There was something sinister about the way she shaved him. Oh, Claire was gentle, like always. She never cut him- never bit into the flesh, and never stripped away more than his dignity, but something about this particular cut...something...something about the way she flicked her fingers with masterful strokes, and practiced twists to sheer his fur from his frame made Chaos tremble. She had that same smile- that same glittering, wonderful, perfect girl smile, that tweaked her features every time she shaved him.

But Chaos could feel a prickle on his neck, when she buzzed away the last inch of fur, leaving him complete and utterly naked in front of him. He felt extra naked somehow. Extra exposed. Extra vulnerable, and bare and nude. He didn't know how she had done it...but he could feel every inch of his body nude to her gaze. It made him shudder, and it made her grin.

"Mangnifique!" She giggled, twisting the knob on her razor to dull the hum, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Like usual, the puppy squirmed shyly, resting his paws as casually betwix his legs as possible, and gave Claire a shaky smile.

"Erm...T, Thanks...Claire...this feels uh...m, much...um, much closer than usual." Chaos mumbled, while his girlfriend circled around him slowly. She had a predatory gleam in her eye. There was something wrong with this situation. Something evil.

Claire evil.

But still, she grinned at him, and nodded her head, tapping him on the nose just so- gently and playfully. But he was a genius. He wasn't so easily fooled. There was something different about this shave, something unique about this haircut. Some secret Claire was hanging onto that she wasn't letting go of yet. The coyote puppy frowned. He loved Claire- there was no argument about that...but sometimes she managed to prove the better antagonist in the stories he was apart of.

"Ok. Spill it. Whats the deal. Why did you ask to shave me?" He sputtered, crossing his arms slowly, narrowing his eyes at the skunk skipping around him. Claire grinned and casually rolled her fingertips softly along his cueball smooth pink scalp.

"Moi? Mon petite coyote! I 'ave no idea what yo-" She started, almost giggling. Chaos didn't smile- he only glared. Claire's grin, however, if anything, only grew larger. She was up to something. Something wicked. Gently, she trailed a finger along Chaos' scrawny little pink chest and giggled at his shiver.

"I'm not buying it. You and me maybe a...'thing', but I'm still a genius, Claire."Chaos spat, his blush growing deeper. Claire giggled quietly and shrugged her shoulders, twisting around him and casting a glance over her shoulder. Perhaps he'd be too fixated on her rump to catch the answer she gave- but Chaos was a smart cookie. This much she knew...it would be hard to sneak it past him...so...why sneak? She grinned.

"Mon petite coyote! I am ashamed at you! 'ere I was, offering you ze free 'aircut, and you zink I am up to somezing no good!" She grinned. Chaos glared. Nope. He wasn't buying it. Well fine then...

"We match, oui? Both of us, shaved absolutely and totally hopelessly NAKED." She grinned with an acute wiggle of her bottom. Chaos, regardless of his growing blush, narrowed his eyes even further, and gave a huff. Claire snickered.

"Why so upset? It iz se, perfect 'aircut, no? Not a strand out of place...you'll look fabulous! We'll pose tomorrow, oui?" She trailed off. Chaos growled. Fabulous? Fabulous for what? Pose for what? What was this pretty mouf up to?"

"...Fooooooor?" Chaos groaned. Claire's grin looped so wide he was afraid her head was about to be lopped over. She tapped his nose again, and shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh? Nozink special. Just...you know...our class pictures tomorrow...oui?" She asked with a terrible grin. Chaos raised an eyebrow. Class pictures? Tomorrow? So what was the big deal with...class....pictures....

Slowly, ever so slowly, it donned upon the poor puppy. Insight turning to surprise, and surprise turning to horror that crept into the puppy's head and his eyes widened.

"No." He whispered dryly. Claire grinned.

"Oui. We shall be ze same! You and me. In front of ze entire school. ZE ENTIRE SCHOOL. Bald! Shorn! NAKED! Mon petite coyote. It iz to be expected if you are to continue dating me, oui?" Claire whispered, wrapping her arms around Chaos' shoulders, and kissed him on his cheek. She put particular emphasis on that word. 'Petite' It was french. He didn't know quite what it meant, but for some reason, it forced his cheeks to bloom into a tint not unlike a boiled lobster, or a freshly pained fire truck. He stared at her for a moment, contemplating asking what that phrase actually meant, but ...no. No, he was gone. Just gone. Suddenly, Claire was holding a dust cloud- a figment of Chaos' frame, perfectly rendered in puffy white clouds before it slowly dissipated into nothing. The boy had raced off somewhere in embarrassed horror at the idea of having his picture taken, completely and totally naked; on 'display' as it were.

It was exactly the way Claire liked it.

"Ze game, she iz afoot." She giggled quietly, and bounced off on all fours, lazily chasing the boy. Oh yes, tomorrow was going to be -fun.-