"This is unbelievable. You're a human anomoly," Jesse gave a shake of his head, grinning brightly.

Lint looked away from the mirror too quickly, narrowly avoiding a nasty collision with the disposable razor he was weilding. "A what?"

"A-- nothing, nevermind," Jesse maintained the taunting grin, pointing towards a spot near Lint's cheekbone. "You missed a spot."

Turning back towards the mirror, Lint squinted clear blue eyes, inspecting that cheekbone. "I did not."

Jesse stepped behind him and peered over his shoulder into the mirror. "Yes, you did," he insisted, brushing his fingertips up from the hinge of Lint's jaw to indicate the unshaven area again. "Right there. It's asymmetrical."

"Nuh-uh. Those are my sideburns." Lint leaned closer to the reflective surface regardless, appraising his now smooth skin closely.

"Sideburns?" Jesse snorted, crossing his arms over his thin chest as he stepped away to lean against the wall. "Lint, you're twenty and you just started growing facial hair. I think sideburns are still a ways off."

Lint gave him a glare that spoke volumes louder than anything he could have said. "Shut up. 'm sure plenty'a people don't start shaving til they're way older than me."

"Maybe," Jesse conceded fairly, but then the diabolical grin split his face again. "But they must have a lot of hair to get rid of by then."

"That's not--," Lint growled, having taken a second to process the jokng insult.

Tossing the razor carelessly into the sink, he pounced on Jesse. A brief wrestling match later and he had the younger boy pinned on the floor, perched across his lap. The struggle may have gone on longer, had Jesse not been laughing too hard to fight back.

"Okay, okay, you win," Jesse gave in, still snickering from his prone position on the floor. "But you're still the hairless freak."

Lint's head gave a tilt to the side, but rather than returning a verbal volley, he stretched a hand up to retrieve a pair of items from near the basin. When Jesse spotted the red and white can of shaving cream, he started to struggle much more actively than he had been previously.

"Lint! Don't!" he insisted fearfully as Lint sprayed some of the shaving cream into his hand, working it between his palms. Jesse pressed against the thighs trapping his midsection to the floor, desperate to get away, but soon enough found the substance smeared in his short hair. When Lint raised the razor threateningly, Jesse had no choice but to sit still.

He had to fight not to look away or close his eyes as Lint brought the razor to his head, but couldn't stop himself from cringing. "This is...absurd. You're going to slice me up and I'm going to bleed to death on this floor and then where are you going to get your genius lyrics?"

"Shh," Lint soothed, in a way that was not altogether reassuring. "As long as you stay still yer gunna be fine."

"No I'm not!," Jesse protested, then held his breath as he felt the razor meet his scalp and slide over it. He gave a faint whimper, knowing that he had no choice but to cooperate now. "You can't even shave your face correctly."

"Then I need practice, yeh?" Lint paused his efforts to give Jesse a pointed look, as if this were the most logical thing in the world. Jesse declined to respond. He felt it would be dangerous to keep up the argument with Lint in possession of sharp objects, and didn't really want to stop the progress now that it had started. After all, with Lint's lack of experience he would be spending a lot of time in Jesse's lap perfecting his new lack of haircut.

And having spent that time with Lint in his lap, Jesse didn't feel much like arguing once it was perfected. Looking at his strikingly bald reflection in the mirror, Jesse bit his lip.

"Who's the hairless freak now?"

Lint stretched up onto his toes and licked over the other boy's bald scalp, and Jesse only smirked. It would grow back.