"But at least you're prepared now, aye?" Evan smirks, following behind Quentin with confident -- though a bit weaving -- steps and leaning against the bathroom door. He eyes the supplies that Quentin returns with, with mild wariness. Whenever he'd cut his own hair he'd just used scissors and a mirror, and he'd only ever even done that when it got really long. He sits on the edge of the tub.

"Awright, let's get it over with then."