Romans & histoires Urban Ranger Haircut

One wrong move and I was certain I'd rip the seams. "Whatever, I'm not here to impress you," I snapped, doing a quick sweep of what he wore. The man always seemed so put together. His hair was perfectly styled to the side, a light peppering of hair framed his sharp jaw, and the small scar over his lips seemed to stand out under the warm yellow glow of the light above us. He wore a black, short-sleeve button-down with the sleeves rolled which exposed the ranger tattoo on his right bicep. Although the lower half of his body was hidden beneath the table, I recalled seeing him in black jeans when he passed me.

Now that he was shaving his head, he didn’t feel bad about losing his hair. When Adan was done, he stepped back and asked, “What do you think?” Ryan looked into the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. He could see a different version of himself but he didn’t mind. The bald look made him stand out but he loved it. It was a symbol of his road to recovery. If not for Jason, Ryan wouldn’t have even had a chance to cut off his hair, so he was very grateful for the opportunity to get treated. “It’s not bad,” Ryan admitted. “Grandpa was right. I look handsome.”

He walked up to Hayden and said, "You want another whuppin?" Hayden stood about 6 feet and was built like a fine-tuned athlete. Ranger was at least 6'3" and a former linebacker at State U until he blew out his knee. Ranger knew how to intimidate. Hayden wouldn't back down. "How about we make it worthwhile? Say 20 bucks per team." "You're on, buddy boy."

Well, except for our hair! I didn’t have time or money to go to a barber, so it had been Victor’s sister who last cut my hair with a blunt trimmer. The other guy looked like he regularly saw a hairstylist, and to be honest, my wolf sort of snickered at his man-bun.

His face was now somewhat turned towards her and she could see his tanned and well-toned upper torso glistening in the splendour of the moon. His hair still hung heavy in his face and Everest was pretty sure the intruding stranger had to be from the ranch house or something. When the said guy raised a thickly biceped hand to brush his hair out of his face, Everest just couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped quickly enough. It was that scary, rude head rancher from earlier. What the. . .? Everest wanted to find a hole in the water to bury herself in. Now she was in a deep fix.

Alex Waking up later than usual, I scratch my long beard and look in the mirror. I’m not so bad, I say to myself. At 6’4”, I’m taller than most men and thanks to my hockey background I have a solid foundation of thick muscles. Those boys had no business calling me ‘Quarter Pounder’ last night, I work out nearly every day. My hair is starting to turn silver, but the salt and pepper isn't bothering me. I could use a haircut though. Going into the playoffs, the team agreed this year to refrain from cutting their hair or beards in a superstitious ritual. This was the first year I played along, letting my locks go wild. Considering our victory, I guess I’ll be growing it out next year, as

*I should probably trim huh? My finger acted without consulting my brain. It saved the snap in chat. I quickly took one doing the same thing. I had trimmed last week so I was a bit more groomed. Plus my pubes were a dirty blond so they didn’t stand out as much against my tan skin. *Idk, they look fine to me.*

Laney gave a small wave and headed out the door. Amerie smiled after her then followed Allen around the office to meet the other rangers. She met Matt, a tall man with long blond hair pulled into a bun; Casey, a short, energetic woman with kind eyes; Tyler, a stocky man about her height with shoulder-length black hair; and Maya, a curly haired woman just an inch shorter than Amerie with a powerful athlete build that seemed wise beyond her years.

“Besides, I can do that on my own. I will know the man behind this.” It will take some of Terah’s time, but she is positive she will succeed. Then again, Mariah was nowhere to be seen and her problems can wait. "We will charge an extra fee for that," the other man said. He had a buzz cut, the shortest men's haircut. It was a typical military cut and an excellent choice for active lifestyles or hard-to-manage hair types. "It will take us some time, but rest assured, we will know the man behind these. Or the woman behind these. "

No restrictions. Passing through Security had been a breeze. They really should make it more difficult, but with the system hacks the humans had, and the fact that most people who worked security were human, it wasn't really even an obstacle. He stroked his naked face with the back of his hand. He missed his beard, he felt exposed. It was necessary though. They hadn't recognized him with his haircut. He ran his hand through the short cropped brown hair on his head. He shook his head. He couldn't believe the things he was willing to do for this woman. He was back down here again.