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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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[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.]

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?

[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.

[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.

[ 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.]

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?

[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?

[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]

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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:]

[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.]

[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.

[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?

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

Pretty good, Panda didn't complain any.

[ a mechanical, ahahaha sort of laugh ]

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

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!]

[This face again. Also, keywords apply.]

I don't―

[―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―]

[HELLO STOMACH IN THROAT, ALLEN RATHER THINKS HE JUST CHOKED ON YOU.]

[Even free falls have nothing on this, at least those he can control! So er, his first, unconscious, stupid reaction is to flail a little. Here's hoping you have a good hold on him, buddy.]

[BUT if you don't, that's cool too. Allen's reached around and grabbed two big fistfuls of your shirt, eyes wide and kind of wild with this silent WHYYYYYY while Tim grabs on to the ends of his messy white hair and hangs on for dear life.]

[...You had best not be stabbing your friend with those surgical scissors, Allen Walker. But there's no need to hold on that tightly since the descent down to the ground is rather slow and unhurried, the only frightening thing is the height perhaps. Or the sudden exposure to the elements when one had been looking forward to walking down eight other flights of stairs?

Minutes later they reach the ground floor and Lavi's smiling like there's nothing at all wrong in the world. Despite everything that is.]

See! Not too bad at all!

[Run, Lavi. Run quickly before the belts find you.]

[Don't worry, their pointy tips are angled away from Lavi, though more by chance than design. After the initial heart-stopping, stomach-heaving lurch of finding thin air under his feet, it quickly hits Allen that they aren't travelling at the breakneck speed he's expecting, that Lavi is exercising some rather precise control.

Oh. Well.

This just went from potentially fatal to kind of ridiculous. Slowly, he relaxes his grip on Lavi's shirt, in this subtle I didn't just do that kind of way, but not completely in case Lavi loses his hold somehow.

Speaking of, he feels all sorts of ridiculous just... dangling... from Lavi's arm like this, so he reaches around (again, awkwardly) to close a hand around Tettsui's handle. They make it to ground without further mishaps.]

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DONE

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