Script: Kazgave Haircut Scene

'''This is a script from a prewritten scene. There may be some inconsistencies with the podcast. Scripts are not consistently stylized, and are taken directly from our documents. Mileage may vary.'''

Kaz sits in the middle of Agave's kitchen with a barbers cape wrapped around them and a tarp on the floor under the chair. They're trying to stay still as Agave twirls around them, misting Kaz's hair with a spray bottle, but Kaz can't help but to fidget in place a little.

Agave: “Relax, this isn’t the first time I’ve cut someone’s hair.” Agave places a hand on Kaz’s shoulder.

Kaz shuffles a bit, still not sure how to relax. Agave leans close, and Kaz’s nose is filled with the earthy scent of a vineyard, the sweet smell of fruit: bitter notes like orange peel and chocolate. The soft cloth of Agave’s crop top brushes against Kaz’s cheek and they start to move their head away.

Only to be caught be Agave’s hand, their thumb gently rubs Kaz’s head.

Agave: “Whoa there. If you’re uncomfortable tell me. Otherwise, your hair is going to be a lot shorter if I make a mistake.”

Kaz hadn’t been pulling away from discomfort. “I’m... fine.” They take a breath, and finally relax into the touch.

Agave looks at Kaz from the front, their lips pursed in thought. Agave swings one leg over Kaz's knees sitting on them for a moment before sliding forward until their thighs come to rest against Kaz's torso. Agave begins delicately working on the hair and salvaging what they can.

Underneath Kaz can feel Agave’s heartbeat, their smell, their warmth, the gentle way their hands move through Kaz's hair. Kaz has for the first time in a long time stopped thinking so much, the thoughts usually zooming and swerving through their mind falling silent. Nothing matters in this moment. There's just the soft clip of scissors and hair falling to the ground, and Agave's body against theirs. They reach up to hug Agave, their rough hands sliding to rest in the small of Agave’s back.

A shiver shakes through Agave. Agave put their free hand on the back of Kaz’s head and holds it for a moment.

Agave: “When you’re ready we need to go over to the sink and wash your hair. I know it’s scary to trust people, but you should never cut your own hair again, okay?”

Kaz nods and lets their arms fall, eyes darting away.

Agave does one last inspection and holds up a couple of mirrors.

Agave: “How does it look-?”

Kaz doesn’t look at the mirror. “Good. It looks good.” After a moment, they glance up at where Agave's still holding the mirror. Their eyes widen a little. "Oh. Wow, yeah. It looks good." Kaz stares at their reflection. Their often knotted, damaged, and lazily tied back hair has been cut to frame their face, falling down in healthy brown waves. "You did a really good job."

Agave: "Thanks!"

Agave removes the barbers cape from Kaz revealing them to be wearing a white T-shirt and pawprint pajama pants. Agave leads them to the kitchen counter and has them hop up on the marble surface. Kaz leans back, their neck resting on a towel. Agave supports their head with one hand.

Kaz “Wouldn’t this be easier if I took my head off?

A soft finger presses into Kaz’s lips. “You’re more than a pretty face Kaz.”

Agave tests the water and starts to massage it into Kaz’s head. Agave rests Kaz’s head on a forearm and begins lathering shampoo. Once their hands fill with a sufficiently bubbly foam Agave’s fingers find their way into Kaz’s hair and firmly rub the scalp.

Agave: “Shampoo then conditioner. When you get home, you’re going to throw out that 7 in 1 stuff. You can’t expect people to be or do everything you need so you shouldn’t have such high expectations of bodywash.”

Kaz gives a quiet hum of acknowledgement, closing their eyes to just enjoy the touch. Warm water washes over their head as the foam is rinsed out, rivulets flowing down the sides of their neck and warming their cold body to its core.

Agave shuts off the water and scrunches conditioner into the ends of Kaz's hair.

Agave “I hope you're ready this next part, " Agave leans in to whisper in their ear " always gives me chills.”

The cool water does send a shiver through Kaz, but it doesn't bother them. It's refreshing, and quickly followed by Agave's hands guiding Kaz to slowly sit up, and the sensation of their hair being gently dried with a soft towel.

Agave holds up a swatch as they lead Kaz over to the couch.

Agave: “Still want this color?”

Kaz nods, sitting down and leaning their neck over the backing to give Agave access.

Agave places and hand on either side of Kaz’s head, in a wave out from the tips of Agave’s fingers the hair becomes a deep brassy red.

(A/N: Fun fact: This is the less horny version of this scene. I had Nick tone it down a little. There's only so much I can make our cast listen to.)