eek this is adorable!!! never written for razor tho…
you sat below a tree, the weather cool and windy. razor sat in front of you, eyes closed, relaxed.
“y/n?” razor asked, his voice quirking up. “what is that?”
“it’s a hairbrush, razor. ‘m trying to get these knots out.”
“like tangles in fur?”
“mhm,” you breathed. “almost done.”
in reality razor’s hair was virtually knotless, but you wanted an excuse to touch and play with it. it was just so soft!
“y/n?”
“yes?”
“can…can razor brush…your hair next?” his red eyes gleamed up at you, and you felt a familiar heat coat your face. you giggled.
“uh-huh!” you kissed his cheek and sat in front of him, switching your original position. “just be gentle, okay? my scalp is sensitive.”
“scalp?”
“my head, razor.”
“does it hurt?” he asked worriedly, before pressing a harsh kiss to it. “this make it feel better. right?”
aww, you thought. he’s too cute for your own good. but you nodded and razor got to work brushing your hair. when he finished you felt it, and it was softer than you could ever get it.
“oh razor, you did such a good job!” you tackled him in a hug, the force making him fall onto the grass with an ‘oomph’.
“as long as y/n happy,” he said dreamily. and you rewarded him with another kiss.