"Okay, you can look now." Aaron slowly removes the pillow from his face, only for his jaw to drop.

A leather vest was thrown over a purple shirt, and trousers the color of bark completed the Outlaw look, her hair tied up in a messy braid and a purple cloth over her hair.

"Well, How do I look?" Aaron is speechless, but he shakes it off quickly and smirks, running his fingers through his hair.

"You'd look good in anything Princess. In fact, I think you'd look good without anything at all." She looks at him, giving him a glare that clearly said "Behave."

"Alright, Alright. I'll stop." He raises from the bed and slides on his shirt, his boots, his belt, and finally the vest and bandana, he straightens his hat on his head but Aphmau grabs it and hangs it on the bed post.

"Don't think I've forgotten about cutting your hair." He gulps, grinning nervously and following her out the door.

"Sit." She commands when they reach the table, Aaron obeying like a love struck puppy.

"What? Am I too tall?" He smirks, feeling her fingers run through his hair.

"Yes." He feels his hair being snipped strand by strand, and his beard being trimmed so it was no longer a jungle.

He closed his eyes, it had been, well, never, that he had someone else cut his hair, and the rhythmic movement of Aphmau's fingers and the snipping of the scissors is lulling him into contentment.

"Mmmmrrhhhh~" He let out a content sigh, Aphmau was done trimming his hair and beard, but continued to lace her fingers through his hair.

"Are you falling asleep on me big guy?" She leans over he shoulder, stopping her assault on his head for only a moment.

"If you keep it up I will..." He barely opens his eyes to see her, but she stops too soon, and he whines irritably.

"No... Come on Princess~" He playfully reaches out to her and she swats his hands away, strolling over to the fireplace.

"No. I've got to start this fire, Go wake up Malachi and take him hunting, If you don't get anything you'll have to eat from the garden." She strikes a match and takes tinder out of the tinderbox on the mantle.

"Yeah, alright, we'll get something. I'll be back Dear." He stopped in his tracks, his face exploding with color, he had forgotten where he was and who he was talking too.

"Alright, Don't be gone too long." She didn't even seem to notice his mistake, and he sighs in relief, going back up the stairs.

Aphmau turns around to look up the stairs, her entire face flushed red.

"Dear?" She whispers to herself. Smiling she puts a large pot on the fire.

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Aaron knocks roughly on the door before forcibly coming in, Malachi is snoring loudly, sprawled out on his bed.

"Up." Aaron shouts commandingly, Malachi moving a little and looking up.

"You can't tell me what to do." He turns, only to have Aaron's hand on the back of his shirt pulling him out of bed.

"Maybe, but your mom can, and she told me to get you up. So Up." Malachi rubs his eyes as Aaron puts him back on his feet.

"Okay, Okay, fine, I'm up." He had slept with his faded brown shirt and green trousers, the only thing that wasn't already on him was his green bandana and his hat,

"Your mother told me to take you hunting, come on."

They leave into the dark forest, the low buzzing of insects and their feet on wet leaves, the sun shining patches through the trees.

Malachi took the musket sitting against the house and the gunpowder in both of their own pouches.

Hours pass, and nothing is seen but billowing leaves and a chill starting to sink into their bones, Aaron sighs about to give up, when Malachi raises his musket.

"Look, stag!" Aaron doesn't see, or hear anything, but he trusts his judgement.

Minutes pass, and Aaron finally see's the 18, point rack on a massive stag, it's coat dark, almost black, and it's nose prodding the forest floor.

"Do you got a shot?" Aaron whispers, before Malachi can respond, the musket explodes with sound and the stag falls stiff on it's side, unmoving.

"Yes." Malachi smirks and answers, feeling very proud with himself.

The stag suddenly makes a sound that made Aaron's heart stop and it jumps up, and starts dragging it's lower half up the hill.

"Oh No-"

Aaron throws the gun out of Malachi's hand and chases it up the hill, aiming at it's heart and making the mark, making it fall to the ground.

Aaron rushes up to it, Malachi close behind and Aaron lays his hand on the poor beast.

It heaves, one last, drawn out breath. And it's dead, it's suffering ended.

"Sorry buddy." Malachi pats the deers head and lays his musket against the tree.

"Come on, let's gut this, and get it back to Aphmau."