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 Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 5:59 pm
Barth was in the bathroom, with a towel across his lap and the script resting on the edge of the tub, letting Christof shave his neck with a straight-razor.
He was mostly dressed, with black slacks, shoes, and his shirt half-buttoned.
Shaving, like dressing and a thousand other mundane tasks, was something he usually did himself. Tonight, however, he was low on time. Which effected his normal protocol of not letting Christof handle sensitive, personal tasks like something that could end in nicks and a slit throat.
He was, for obvious reasons, not making his usual 'err, if you would...' protests, out of respect for not losing his jaw completely.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:02 pm
Christof was looking exhausted, bags under his eyes, his pale patches of skin even paler than usual from lack of sleep, btu the important thing was he had gotten Things Done and in not a lot of time at all. He felt proud, really. The decorations had been constructed, the games had been constructed, the Puppet had been Upgraded... He himself had been dressed for some time now, and thankfully, his date had agreed to meet him there. Now was the tricky part.
He had taken off his coat and vest, sitting in his trousers, shirt, tie and suspenders as he concentrated with all his might on not slitting Barth's throat. At least the Sloth wasn't procrastinating as much as the last dance, and was actively LETTING him get him ready.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:14 pm
Barth had been busy with some of the same things...the rehearsals, anyway. He wasn't sure why Christof insisted on them. Barth usually made a point of being late, but not today.
"...Got it?" he asked in a querulous tone, at a relatively safe moment when had Christof lifted the razor back.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:36 pm
The hunchback nodded, still looking somewhat terrified by the task at hand. Why did he need to shave, anyway? Christof didn't shave. Granted, one of his cheek patches had gotten a bit scratchy lately, but generally, if you ignored that one, his face was as smooth as a baby who had been torn apart and stitched back together's bottom.
There... one... task... just about... He gave a small squeak as the razor clipped the Sloth's jaw.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:04 pm
Barth very decidedly did not flinch. He waited for Christof, and then leaned back slowly, reaching up to feel his chin. He drew his fingers back, noticed blood on them, then stoppered the bleeding with the towel.
There was something to be said for slow and steady. His face was clean, except for a soul patch under his lip.
"I think that's err, that's good enough for the shaving. ...Thank you." At least his throat was intact. The straight-razor had done less damage than Jingleberry's swords.
Keeping the towel up with one hand, he picked up and folded the script with the other.
"Jacket and tie, please."
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:08 pm
Face wrought with apology, the hunchback nodded again, trembling hands practically tossing the razor to rush for said clothing, returning back obediently. His previously carefully combed hair was already starting to go awry, falling in his eyes as he held them out to the Sloth urgently.
It was almost time. He tried to shake the stage-fright bats trying to crawl their way out of his stomach, but a promise was a promise and... well.. there was the sentimental side of things too, really.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:12 pm
Barth pocketed the script, then held out his free arm for Christof to start on the jacket.
"...Who are you taking, by the way?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:16 pm
Christof flushed, looking pained before spelling out, 'Miss-S-H-E-H-K'. With the clothing handed off to the Sloth, he fumbled for his own vest, buttoning it with trembling, clumsy hands.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:21 pm
"Shehk, really? Isn't she err...well, never mind." Lilith was with Draven, as far as he knew. Glass houses. He started very slowly on the jacket.
"You don't have a tongue in?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:59 pm
The hunchback looked troubled at the mentioning of tongues, brows furrowing as he tried to comb his hair into submission as quickly as he could. He glanced away from the bathroom mirror before rushing into the room away from it, presumably to fetch his hat.
It's not like they would be doing any kissing, he considered. What good would a tongue do? After what happened the last time?
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:03 pm
"I know you had a bit of trouble with it last time. ...It's not as though you need it for the Act. But it is prom. A lot of mingling. People might want to know about your exams, and so forth. And you never know, with goodnight kisses." Barth had managed about 1/6th of one jacket sleeve.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:05 pm
Christof whined, cramming the fedora on his head before twisting his tie around his hands in a worried fashion.
Just... just a few hours... wouldn't be so bad, would it? He didn't really have any on him... begrudgingly, he made his way towards Barth's kitchenette, hoping he hadn't restocked on the pickled variety.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:14 pm
Barth's kitchen, unfortunately, only had the remains of a few catered meals from Mandy. The refrigerator was still a hulking, useless, ruined mess. He hadn't restocked anything since his trip back.
"Your best bet is to check the cabinets. I haven't, too high."
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:16 pm
Much to his dismay, there was a dusty jar shoved in the back of the high cabinet behind the baking soda. Why did Barth have baking soda?
The important thing was, Christof was out of excuses.
He gingerly climbed down from the counter with the jar in his hands and a disgruntled expression, pulling out his pocket knife with a sigh.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:25 pm
"...Never know with hello kisses either," he said, mostly to himself. "Or the middling sort. Not middling in quality, mind you. Just timing-wise. Or err, after-after-goodnight kisses..."
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