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[tothelastbreath]

Characters: CLOSED; tothelastbreath and looseleafbook, alma_karma whenever they get around to kidnapping him in the name of good grooming habits, and maybe promisedlotus if he's cool with getting a haircut.
When: July 11th
Where: Nesreca apartments
Rating: DANDELIONS AND PUPPIES until Kanda opens his mouth.
Summary: Just a bunch of boys cutting each other's hair, with or without permission. What can go wrong, seriously. Also, action spam format. Aaaaall the action spam.


[Truth is, Allen doesn't really care if his hair gets cut or not.

Truth is, Nesreca has this hideous way of encouraging him not to care very much about most things pertaining to himself.

What he does care about, however, is making good on his verbal promise to Lavi, especially after circumstances have caused him to fall short of keeping the previous one. So when late morning finally rolls around, he splashes some water on his face in an attempt to wash away the fatigue, tries on a smile in a grimy window pane (stretch it, hold it, steady now), and makes his way to room 905 with the pair of surgical scissors they'd found all those weeks ago.]

Lavi? [ Knock knock. ] Are you up?

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[outsidehistory]

[Allen can't deny that it's easier to care for when it's short, easier to keep clean. Which is really why Lavi suggested it in the first place with resources being so very hard to get here.

Lavi looks up from the book that he had been translating in his head, one of the few that Allen had brought by at his arrival. With everything going on he had only had time to get through one or two of them. And it was an effective way to keep the nightmares from coming back to him, reading until he was exhausted and only had room in his head for Russian and the topic of the text.]

Door's open, Allen. [He tries himself to put a smile in his voice if not on his face.]

[tothelastbreath]

[That it is, and having to rake his bangs aside all the time does get tedious after a while.]

[muffled through the door, the answering smile in his voice apparent:] I take it you aren't in the middle of anything embarrassing, then.

[The door creaks open on his last word, and it looks like that smile's been affixed to his face as well. Comes over, giving that book a curious look.]

Unless I'm interrupting something else...?

[outsidehistory]

[Ask Cross to get you some cute hair clips! :D

Laughs as he closes the book, turning to face Allen.] Come on, Allen. You know those things are best left for the darkness~ [Teasing lightly again.]

Just dry philosophy. I hated it in English and I think I hate it more in Russian.

[tothelastbreath]

[Never. Allen is all for making full use of their resources, but in this case, the mockery just isn't worth it.]

[with the slow, expressive arch of an eyebrow, though he clearly doesn't mean it:] Remind me never to drop by after dark.

[Leaning over to peer at the book cover, even though he can't read a word of it.]

Philosophy? [ There's a note of genuine curiosity here; Allen's education tended to run towards the shadier aspects of life. ] What's so bad about it?

[outsidehistory]

[That and knowing Allen's luck Cross would get the ugliest, flashiest, girliest things imaginable and force Allen to wear them at least once.

Laughs a bit more, shaking his head.] Doubt I could coax a pretty lady over here anyway, yeah?

[Hums softly.] Dry repeat of what I learned when I was Alma's age, hasn't changed much in all the years between what I knew then and when this was printed.

[tothelastbreath]

[Nodding; this much he gets.]

But the subject itself is alright?

[And makes a face, that was not what he meant when he mentioned embarrassing things. Let's see. He can answer with any variety of of course you would, or he can―]

[ waving his scissors at Lavi's hair ] Not likely with that tangle of yours.

[Alright, it doesn't look that bad, but it's a good opening for him to get the point across.]

[outsidehistory]

I suppose, some of it's common sense like psychology and sociology.

[But still interesting to see how other authors/editors bring their own opinions into play~ Ha! Like he does that kind of thing, Allen.

A hand goes up to that red mop.] It's not tangled, I just brushed it...! [Trailing off, counting.] Yesterday? Was it yesterday? What's today, maybe that'll help. [Kidding, really.]

Could do this in one of the unused rooms, Libitina will probably clean it up before she shoves someone in it. Or outside?

[tothelastbreath]

[It's cool bro, Allen has more faith in you than that, even though he doesn't know about the whole Bookman deal. He's come to expect hearing that kind of comment from Lavi, but not for him to actually make good on it. Mostly.]

Maybe we should just save you the trouble of remembering and cut it all off. Maybe that'll help.

[Also kidding, really, if that little quirk of a smile is any clue. It may look a mite subdued, but given everything that's happened lately, it's still comparatively easier for him to be around Lavi.]

Outside's good, I don't think Libitina's that considerate.

[outsidehistory]

[Sob. His life. But at least he keeps it up, it's like their banter. Familiar in time of need.]

I look horrible with a bald head being beside the point, right?

[Smiling himself, getting up to ruffle at Allen's hair himself.]

You, on the other hand, might be able to wear it.

[tothelastbreath]

[ swats Lavi's hand away, a routine motion ] I wouldn't know. Why, have you tried?

[He clicks the pair of scissors in emphasis as he starts heading outside.]

[outsidehistory]

I'm just guessing from Gramps' bald head, yeah? Head shapes are similar. [Of course, you made him that way, Lavi.

Lavi grabs an old blanket that he can't really use and follows after Allen.] Do we have to use the stairs?

[tothelastbreath]

[Lavi, you splendid, absolute troll.]

[Pauses on his way to the stairwell, blinking back at the other boy over his shoulder, the flicks his eyes at Lavi's hammer (or where he normally stores it, if it isn't visible at the moment), though he's quite sure that isn't what Lavi means. Quite.]

Is there an alternative?

[outsidehistory]

[You know it~ :D

It is indeed in the holster that it's usually in, even if there's a truce Lavi feels safer with it on him at all times. Not to mention he uses it to get around everywhere, not only in the building.]

Tettsui~ [Grins]

[tothelastbreath]

[This is a look of fast-dawning apprehension, based on some very first-hand experience.]

Lavi, I'm looking to lose some of my hair, not all of a limb.

[outsidehistory]

[Pouting] It's just a drop down to the first floor, Allen! It's not going to kill us, I promise! I do it lots of times by myself.

[tothelastbreath]

[Keywords: 'drop' and 'kill'.]

The last time I said yes, you drove us into a wall! And Bookman!

[Sorted in that order by increasing degree of pain.]

[outsidehistory]

[They were very small words. Almost not there.]

I was still getting the hang of having passengers! I'm used to that now!

[Trust him, Allen! He trusts you! D:]

[tothelastbreath]

[Lavi, bro, Allen will fight to his last breath for you, but in order to keep trusting you, he sort of has to stay alive.]

--You've been practicing? [He sounds just a mite horrified.] With whom?

[So he can sympathise with them properly.]

[outsidehistory]

[Libitina probably won't let her toys die that easily, Allen. Come on, live a little.]

The old man? [Sheepish look is sheepish.] You both probably weigh about the same.

[tothelastbreath]

[Pardon him for not wanting to stake his chances of survival on an undead cannibal.]

Ah.

[It's accompanied by a slight wince of sympathy. Is that why Bookman's hair is so scarce. Did it fall out from sheer fright. (If only you knew, Allen.)]

[ glancing down at himself ] I'm sure I haven't lost that much weight. [ with some morbid curiosity: ] How did those practice rides go?

[outsidehistory]

[Oh come on! /total Flynn tone here. It's not going to hurt! Much.]

Pretty good, Panda didn't complain any.

[tothelastbreath]

[ a mechanical, ahahaha sort of laugh ]

Sure it wasn't because he couldn't complain?

[outsidehistory]

He could too! I didn't go that fast. [Oh look. A window. Say your prayers Allen.

Lavi whips out his hammer and sticks it out, commanding it to grow and extend silently as he grabs a hold of Allen - sorry - around the waist and out they go! It's already at the ground when he does this so another silent "shrink" and Down Periscope!]

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[tothelastbreath]

[This face again. Also, keywords apply.]

I don't―

[tothelastbreath]

[―don't get a say in this particular instance of FML, apparently. Releases a stuttering 'urp' of surprise as he's dragged along, startled into a brief but fatal moment of hesitation by both the sudden development and getting grabbed by the waist, and then―]