"Are you sure about this?" Nina called out - a slight anxiety to their voice, having laid down against the kitchen table in my cabin.

I wasn't one for decorating, much. I'd left the kitchen how it'd came; the walls were bumpy and made of logs - the rough and bumpy bark still visible, the floor was bare - no carpets or rugs, and I only had what supplies I thought to be necessary (a stove kettle with a stove, a few cups and bits of randomly chosen cutlery, a couple of  plates and bowls). There was no true colour consistency; the woods and floor and surfaces were the same, but the cutlery were plastic and metal and the bowls and plates varied from ceramic to plastic - painted and plain.

I grabbed a knife from one of the drawers, gripping the black handle tightly. Something about it felt oddly familiar - in an uneasy way. I slammed the drawer shut, shrugging the feeling off. "Well, yeah, if my hair can look this sexy, imagine how good your's will look - I'll actually be able to see what I'm doing, completely." I replied - walking over with a tilted head, "How short?" I asked.

"I was thinking maybe just above my shoulders?" They replied, their eyes flickering upwards towards me as I gently moved their hair from underneath their head.

"Uh.." I mumbled. Their hair was still tied up, but I could guess, right? I moved the blade up and down - slowly, hovering above their hair. "Yeah, I can do that."

Swiftly, I swung the knife down - though I didn't exaggerate the movements - hearing a muffled thud, obviously cutting some of the raven hair and hitting the table. "This isn't terrifying." I heard them mumble, light heartedly. I lifted the knife up, gripping the severed strands and discarding them onto the floor.

"I'm giving you this amazing service for free." I retaliated, gently holding the uncut, lengthier hair that was left. "Don't give me that lip." I joked.

They rolled their eyes, about to respond, only to be cut off by the swing of the knife hitting the table again with a more distinct thud. "All done. Unless you want your fringe doing." I commented, beginning to swipe away the hair and wire-like coloured strands from their scene highlights.

Nina quickly sat up, slipping off of the table and tugging the bow out of their hair. They shook their hair, much like a dog would to get dried, making the shaggy strands look messy and admittedly punkish. They ran their hands through their hair, probably to get rid of any looser strands. "Well?" They inquired.

"I think I should be a hairdresser." I answered, a rather smug tone to my voice as I watched their expression fall to a pout.

"No, how does it look?" They repeated, tilting their head to the side.

I snorted, "You look like an emo." I watched them playfully roll their eyes, clearly not satisfied with my response. "It suits you, maybe if you got a punk wardrobe then it'd look a lil less emo." I sighed - seeing a small smile begin to form on their face.

"Thank you."

I only nodded in response, tossing the knife into the sink and beginning to kick the hair into a small pile - or moreso lazily nudge clumps of it towards bigger clumps. That was a future me issue.

"So, make over is over?" Nina asked, raising an eyebrows.

I shrugged, "If you want to do something else, yeah." I replied, glancing over to them. I wasn't quite sure what else to do.

They stuffed their bow into their rich, purple hoodie's pockets. "Uh - wanna rant?" They asked, tilting their head to the side as they raised an eyebrow.

"I don't tend to rant," I answered, "I break things or set them on fire."

They paused - as if trying to pick up on whether I was joking or not. I knew I had a deadpan delivery, sometimes, but they usually could tell when I was and wasn't being serious. "Well.. Maybe we can do both?" They suggested, "Learn how to talk, whilst breaking something."

That wasn't actually too bad for advice. That might work. "Interesting approach." I commented, averting my gaze before it flickered to them. "Are you going to be ranting?" I questioned.

The ravenette let out a snort, which was followed by a quick nod. "God, yes. We both have a lot of shit to talk about." They replied.

Dramatically, I gasped, "Nina, what a foul word coming from such a pure mouth!" I jokingky scolded, though quickly smirked with a snort, "Nevermind, you've probably kissed Helen with it."

They pulled a fake-offended look; widened eyes and an agape mouth, resting their hand against their chest, as if what I had said was so horrifically terrible. It was almost like they were preparing to (jokingly) blow up on me. "How dare you, good Sir! How could you accuse me of such things?" They rambled, putting on a posh accent.

"Accuse you? No, accusing you would be to say you went full titanic on his artistic ass." I retaliated, pointing at them, "Uh, Helen, paint me like one of you French girls." I mocked, making my voice higher as I placed my gloved hands over chest, crossed.

"Multiple things here," Nina began, giving me a light hearted glare, "Rose did not say paint, she said draw - I doubt you've even watched the Titanic, and Helen doesn't draw naked people."

I scoffed, "One, Helen paints - two, I've seen his paintings of dismembered bodies! And three, technically Rose wasn't naked." I argued, crossing my arms in a victorious manner. Whereas they weren't erotic, the dismembered bodies were sometimes uncovered in ways. Not all the time - if anything, rarely. But, a win is a win.

"Rose wasn't naked?!" Nina repeated - almost like they were about to go into hysterics.

I shook my head, "Nope." I replied, "She had that uh - weird fucking necklace thing on." I replied, confidently.

They pinched the bridge of their nose as they closed their eyes - I could see their lips pull into a straight line, as if trying to avoid laughing. "Oh my god, Toby - she had no clothes on, she was naked." They mumbled.

"She said 'wearing this and only this'. That means she was wearing an item of clothing! She was just morally naked!" I exclaimed, "It's like wearing just socks. Technically you're not naked, you're wearing clothes! You're just indecent!"

"But a necklace isn't an item of clothing, Toby, it's an accessory!" They retorted, an almost desperate tone their voice - I knew they wanted to allow themselves to laugh, deep down. They did have a point though - they were right. But what was the fun in that?

"Well isn't an accessory just a small piece of decorative clothing?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as I raised an eyebrow.

Their eyes widened - as if both impressed an annoyed that I was still trying to bullshit my way through this. "So would you or would you not count yourself naked if you were just wearing your goggles? It's the same thing, Toby!" They rambled, throwing their arms forwards - up and down - as they spoke.

"My. Eyes. Would. Be. Covered." I replied sternly and pausing after each word - pinching my index fingers against my thumbs and moving my hands accordingly. "My face wouldn't be indecent!"

They sighed, rubbing their face with their hands. "I'm going to have to rant about so much more shit, now." Nina mumbled.

"Like what?"

"How one of my friends is driving me up the wall." They answered, beginning to walk towards the cabin's door with a tired look.

"Wait there! I have to draw one of our country boys-" I exclaimed, running to the living room area towards the notepad and pen resting on the small, tacky coffee table - ignoring their confused and somewhat concerned expression.