Morozko came down the steps one morning with a shocking surprise in tow.
“You shaved,” Jack said accusingly.
Morozko blinked, reaching up to rub at his newly-shiny chin with a careful hand. “Ah, yes. I need to go into the office again today. There’s an important meeting. It’s best to at least attempt to look professional on such occasions.”
Jack was aghast. Betrayed, even.
“Now you’re not scruffy anymore!” he cried out, reaching out with both hands to clasp Morozko’s jaw, ignoring his sudden sputtering. “I can’t believe you’ve done this. This is a crime. A travesty!”
“It’s just hair,” Morozko snapped, brushing Jack’s hands away before pausing, face turning considering. “Did you really like it that much? It wasn’t even a full beard.”
“Of course, I liked it,” Jack said mournfully. “It
