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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 7:58 pm
Bix was helped up, his belly stitched and rubbed down with some weird goo in a jar. It looked like something they'd cooked up in the Labs but Bix was in no form to dispute after being stabbed by a reaper. Thankfully Otto had done an adequate job cleaning his wound the night before and there wasn't any sort of FEAR infection.
After he was on his feet they shoved the albino hunter into long white bathroom. He was in a hospital gown, holding the back consciously but there was no one else in there.
"Shave the beard." The Lifer had ordered, shoving a small heavy bag into his hand. Bix was currently looking a bit like Gandalf. He winced as he shuffled to the sink but let go of his gown when the coast seemed to be clear. it hurt to much to reach behind him so there was some butt now blowing in the breeze.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:10 pm
I am going to kill him.
That was his mantra throughout this entirety of his ordeal. He was just being a good samaritan by bringing Bix to the infirmary, but then that damn albino blabbed about the kick to the nuts Otto had received from the steel-toed reaper. Not only did he end up with a couple Lifers giving him a thorough examination, they kept him over night to check for swelling.
It had been humiliating.
Bix is going to die.
Shortly after Bix was shoved off to shave, so was Otto. On one hand he was glad to finally be rid of the beard made from Fear, but more so because it was itchy as Hell. He longer cared he could never grow this stuff on his own. What a hassle.
The blonde Death trainee walked past Bix, reeling his arm back and smacking the albino in the a** with the small heavy bag he'd been giving. "Yer gunna get it, jerkass." He growled, feeling bitter and vindictive.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:17 pm
"Ah..OW!" When Otto followed he knew something bad was coming. The blonde hadn't seemed to pleased when Bix ratted out his swollen balls. "I heard you got at least ONE female doctor though.." Even if the other 4 'docs' that examined Otto were guys. In fact it was always someone different too. Had they gone for the show and amusement?
Bix wasn't sorry. Otto deserved a bit of humiliation every now and then. Trolling was what happened when you were the albino's friend.
Bix opened the black bag and there were electric clippers, scissors, a comb, and various other shaving sundries including shaving cream, after shave, and something that was supposed to soften the follicles.
"You had to keep me company." He sniggered at the memory of Otto's face, the minute he'd yelled out 'HE GOT FEAR KICKED IN THE BALLS!' He only threw in the FEAR bit because that guaranteed at least a SCAN of some kind.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:40 pm
"Yeah, one chic laughing at my swollen balls. Just how I wanted to spend the night." He growled, opening the small bag and tossing objects onto the counter.
"Keep you company? What are you, five!?" He stared daggers at the taller hunter, hunching his shoulders. "That was so unfair! I couldn't even run!"
The small hunter picked up random tools and tossed things he felt were probably just devices of torture. There was no science to this, right? Just smear shaving stuff on the face and glide the razor thing. No more hair! Right?
"Why are there so many bottles and things?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:12 pm
"You haven't shaved a lot.. have you?" Bix smirked and lined the bottles neatly on the sink. "First you cut off all the longest stuff with the scissors. Then you use the buzzers ofor shorter... and then you can use this bottle and then this bottle and..." Otto still just looked pissed but.. whatevs. Bix had.. plenty of long beard. 
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:17 pm
Oh he was pissed all right. Otto was always pissed. That was the secret to his power.
"Fine.. thanks.. Gandalf." Otto replied with snark, taking up the scissors and trimming down the long scruff on his face. "This is itchy as Hell. How does anyone deal with it?" Beards aren't cool at all!
"How long they keepin ya here? I'm out as soon as this damn beard is gone." That was his plan anyway, whether the doctors knew it or not.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:06 am
"I think they are kicking me out too." Bix trimmed a big chunk off the end of his beard. "Man.. I wonder what I could do with this." He put the scissors down and started to use water and try and style it. "They said all I need to do is rest and let the stitches heal and they don't want me to take up a bed. My weapon apparently sheilded me from internal damage.." He tried to do THIS.  "Yeah? HUh? Is this me?!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:25 pm
"Uuh huh.." Otto feined interest in Bix's words, clipping off chunks of hair from his face. Bix's creative beard grooming caught his attention, watching and wondering what the Hell he was up to.
"..Cool.. but not you." Otto admitted honestly, raising a critical brow high. "Actually, it's pretty damn ridiculous."
Being the d**k he is, he clipped off one of the loopy things Bix had.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:39 pm
"What the ********!" Bix frowned and instead of retaliating, did a bit of this. ...and then he retaliated, scissoring a huge weird chunk out of Otto's beard.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:59 pm
"Okay, now that is kind of co---HEY!" Otto leaned back after getting more beard lopped off. "Watch it, dude! Ya almost got my hair." If that happened Otto would seriously cut off his braid. To retaliate, Otto sprayed shaving cream on Bix's face.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:04 pm
"I'M COMING FOR YOU.. OTTO." His red eyes peered creepily out of the shaving cream.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:34 pm
"Yugh!" Otto's face distorted into one of disgust, smearing shaving cream over his eyes to force them closed. Maybe he should focus on getting this beard gone.
"Quit lerrin', dude." He grouched, using what was left of the shaving cream on his hands to lather up the scuff on his own face. "If this thing leaves a rash, I'm goin' after that psycho b***h."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:53 pm
Bix started running water, laughing, as he leaned forward to wipe his face. "Ah ******** ah.." His wound killed when he leaned over but he suffered it to get the shaving cream off of his face. "You're no fun sometimes. Only with beer and I am not doing that again until you are... at least 18." He smirked. Bix plugged in the clippers and buzzed his chin quickly. "HA!" He molded more hair.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:15 pm
"I'm never fun. That's a damn lie." He preferred not to remember his night of boozing. He'd been way too loose. But damn. Now he couldn't get Bix to give him any more booze now that he knew his age. Not that Otto wanted to drink anymore. He knew how unfortunately low his tolerance for it was.
"You're havin' way too much fun with this. That hair is made by the enemy. It's enemy hair!" He grouched while shaving off his beard, wincing after every small nick and cut he got.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:35 pm
"You're like a pussycaaaaat." Bix knew he wasn't. Even drunk, Otto could be rough, but he knew he wasn't that bad and now that Bix had the blonde's personality down, he was a ton of fun to mess with.
Bix trimmed the edges now, the crazy points, and rinsed his face again. "Yeah enemy beards.. even better to mock and manipulate. Like when I stole that Reaper's cowboy hat. Just wear it, be an a**, and then get rid of it." So much easier to screw with the Halloweeners. Especially if sometimes you questioned the morals and motives.
He trimmed it into a short beard suddenly. It looked strange short, like his pale skin got a moldy fuzz. "This is actually why I shave regularly."
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