Carlos nodded. “Sure thing, honey,” he said as he pat his face dry. He looked at Magnus. “Want to do it in here, or should we move to the kitchen to give you more room to be… artistic.”
When Mags came in the bathroom, they did their best not to look in the mirror. They had a task and would not get distracted, “Okay, so I’m gonna use the clippers to get the stubble down and the straight razor to style. Good with you, love?” they could have done it all with the razor, probably, but they were pretty sure it bothered their husband for some reason. Or maybe clippers were easier for him? Everyone had their preferences
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