"Apparently, I need to grow a mustache." Tinker
The blonde cocked her head and placed her finger under his nose, trying to imagine him with a bushy Tom Selleck mustache. It only took her a few seconds to burst out laughing. “You’d look like a 1970’s porn star!” she giggled out. Every now and then she knew he would get lazy and facial scruff would form around his chin and over his cheeks, but it would only grow long enough to scratch her face when they kissed for her practically hold him down and shave it off herself. “No, no you shouldn’t.” she said grabbing his face, smiling at the smooth feel of his clean shaved skin. “The only time you should grow a mustache is if you lose a bet- which on second thought might happen because we both know you can’t beat me at anything sooooo…….”