[center]“Awhile. The last time Kieran tried and it came out…” His nose wrinkled at the memory and a frown tugged at his lips. It wasn't that bad really but he'd rather his sire stay clear of his hair, his lips twitched up as he relaxed into the rhythmic feel if scissors slicing his hair. When Clara’s fingers gently soothed through his hair a while later, the blonde blinked his open. 

How long had he? His eyes focused on the clock above the window and Ryanair snorted softly, standing once the towel was removed. He moved to the small mirror that was placed beside his dresser, her lips spreading into a grin at what he a saw. She'd done a wonderful job, his hair was short but not too short. Pale fingers ran through it in a gesture similar to what Clara had done, giddiness felt him and he turned to the open bathroom. 

“Thanks Clara!” He offered with a happy grin still on his features, he moved closer and found the female with the towels in hand. The blonde hesitated for a second before moving forward and hugging the female from behind. He pulls away and moves to his bed, his smile faded as he slowly fixed his tangled sheets. He'd forgotten that the ceremony was today, well he assumed it was since he hasn't spoken to anyway about it. Werewolves were pack oriented beings, and if he remembered correctly both females would rather be alone to grieve. A huff escaped his lips as he flopped down on his half-made bed, he knew no one would allow that though and that's where he lost his confidence. 

Would they attend? 

Would Kieran mind if they spared instead? 

His brows furrowed in thought, he rose once more and moved to his dresser. Tugging out a simple black t-shirt and green silk pants -usually for sleep- he stretched his arms above his head, the next moves he'd make weren't planned and it bothered him. 

“Wanna spare? I think the ceremony is today and I don't know if we're attending.” He offered to Clara as he moved to stand by the window.[/center] 

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