"It still feels weird," Shiro said, touching the back of his head as he squinted into the mirror. Keith had dutifully trimmed his hair again, evening it out further, while Lance watched from the couch in the living room. "I liked it long."
(more) "You can always grow it out again," Lance said, eyes bright. "I like pulling it."
James stopped washing the dishes for a moment as he scowled at Lance, and Lance beamed at him. "I don't need to know every kink in your sex life," James muttered as he resumed cleaning up.
Keith brushed some loose trimmings from Shiro's neck with his hand. "If you grow it out you'll look like a biker," he said, amused.
"If you grow a beard and grow it out you'll look like a biker Santa," James added, and Shiro scowled.
"Maybe I'll just dye it."
"Nooooo," Lance disappeared from his perch, sliding out of sight. "Don't dye it," his disembodied voice continued, "you look so hot!"
"I look like I'm thirty years older than I am," Shiro grumbled, touching his short, white hair again.
"Oh, bullshit," James said. "You rock the silver fox look and you know it."
There was a pause, and Lance popped back up, elbows again on the back of the couch. Keith cocked an eyebrow at James, who shrugged with one shoulder. "He does," he said pointedly, "and it's a good look on you, Shiro."
"You think?" Shiro was studying the mirror again.
"He's not a fox," Lance protested. "Shiro's a wolf!"
"It's an expression, Lance."
"I know what it is, but he's my silver wolf." Lance put his chin in his hands and grinned at Shiro. "Still want you to grow your hair out again, though."
"Hmm," Shiro said, and put the mirror down. "I'll consider it."(less)