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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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Do I want to know where the stones come in?

[At least Lavi doesn't quite know anything about that growth spurt of Tim's. Tyki mentioned something distractedly but Lavi didn't question him, all he wanted was to be left alone at the moment. Now he gets a headpat. Done.]

You want alligator tears instead? I'm sure he could manage that instead. [Hums.] Might be good in case I get injured and can't call for help. He can get it for me.

[ easily, like this should be no news at all ― and to Allen, it isn't: ] His teeth are a lot sharper than they look. He burrowed through walls to get to me on my first mission. [ beat, tone turning a shade perturbed: ] Wonder where he stows it all.

[Bobs his head and murmurs a 'thank you' before rising to try catching his reflection in a grimy window, not even batting an eyelid at the Fourteenth's constant shadow.]

[firmly:] He will, [ gives the root of a golden wing a fond scratch ] if he doesn't turn out to be all the help you'll need.

[Get out of jail free card? Allen, why not let them arrest you, keep Tim in your shirt, and use him to escape through a hole only big enough for you? No debts to pay.] They already look sharp enough. Though he probably has a dump spot connected to his stomach, some place only Cross can get to.

[Taking the blanket off of Allen and shaking it out.] I'll still think about it, don't want to leave you without him.

[Knowing his luck, Credinta's jails will somehow turn out to be golem-proof.]

[ the slightest snort ] Then I'd bet he never visits.

[Turning to hold out a hand for the scissors with a bit of a pained smile.]

Alright, we should wait for whatever's happening this month anyway. Wouldn't want you to get caught in it on your own.

[But they won't be hammer proof. Jail break. GO.]

Rocks could be for a house he's building there. Or his pyramid the has people building.

[Joking as he hands them over then wraps the blanket around his own shoulders and slips off his bandanna and eye-patch, keeping the eye shut. The string might get snipped and then where will he be?]

Away from here I might not get caught up in it.

[...I would pay to see that. :x Allen, on the other hand, is half-convinced the mayor will then send an army after them.]

Neither are quite his style. Some kind of establishment [ the 'expensive' part goes unsaid ], perhaps, where he can [ a bit of a sigh: ] come and go as he pleases.

[Accepts the scissors and... Can't help but look, though he manages not to stare openly. He has never seen Lavi with his eyepatch off, and the sight is oddly jarring.]

[ remembering himself soon enough: ] Might. We don't know for sure. I'm not opposed to finding out, but let's not do it this way.

[He reaches to comb Lavi's bangs out, gloved thumb lingering very briefly over his right eyebrow.]

Is it...? [ tapers off, a little surprised at himself for asking ]

[Bu-but I used the hammer on the pick like you told me to use on the rocks, officer! >: Not my fault the wall broke down in the process.]

You mean like Credinta? [A bit flatly but still a light, joking tone.

Nothing strange about a closed eye-lid. It's perhaps whiter than the rest of Lavi's tan for all the years he's been wearing it. Almost matching Allen's gloves if they're still white.]

I'd still like to find the boarders of her reach at least. Think Lenalee has found one?

[A slight flinch and jerk back, not expecting or really seeing it until he felt the fabric.]

It's still there, still works. I just...can't use it. Panda's orders.

[ sounding so very embarrassed by association: ] Like Credinta.

[Sorry his Master's off gallivanting while we're all starving here, bro.]

Mm, I know, but I'd rather play it safe. As safe as it gets anyway. We should wait to see what's going to happen first, and if it's something that won't affect us too much even if we leave the city with minimal company, we can test her boundaries before the week runs out. [ beat ] Ah, I haven't asked her―

[ his hand stutters back too when Lavi flinches. oh well, as good a distraction as any. ]

―Sorry! I didn't mean to... [ pry. carries on with a sheepish, but still mildly teasing laugh to gloss over the moment: ] Best leave it alone, then. We don't want him coming after you.

[Tugs his left glove off, then flattens a section of hair between fore and middle finger to take the first careful snip.]

[They just need to throw mud at him when he's not aware of it. Get him dirty like how he always complains Nesreca is.]

I'm still not even sure where it is in the north, we might have to wait for one of her little play-dates and see if it wears off the further away we get.

[Rubs at his closed eyelid.] It's alright, at this point I'd welcome the old man...

[Drops his hand as Allen starts cutting his hair.]

[The mere thought of it is enough to send a chill down Allen's spine, and it's not the giddily teenaged thrill of rebelling against your parents either. More like the cold certainty of oh my god he's going to fling me off a roof for this.]

[ nod ] Probably our best bet.

[Keeps cutting with slow but precise snips, making another attempt at buoyancy.]

He'd never like it here anyway. This place wouldn't be kind to his hair.

[Okay, Allen can throw it and blame Lavi for it? Or Alma, he wouldn't do anything to Alma.

Laughs a little.] He'd probably set up shop over across the bridge like Cross. "You can take care of yourself over here, record. I'll take care of over here."

[Doing a fair impression of his own master.]

[Aha, maaaaybe, if he can get past the paralysing fear that's been conditioned into him. And if he does, he just might blame Lavi to get him back for closing that door on his doodled face♥]

[ laughing too, kind of chagrined the way one does when comparing notes on whose life sucks more: ]

―Some masters we have, Lavi. [ musing: ] He might not do that poorly either. That hair's as good as a walking advertisement.

[What Bookman lacks in quantity, he makes up for with quality. Allen kind of wonders why he's still balding if he takes such good care of his hair, though. Hrm.]

Edited 2011-08-06 07:12 (UTC)

[It can be done! ...Maybe. Cross is a terribly frightening man. SOB.]

I was probably lucky only getting beatings.

[Hums softly, eyes shut.] Walking advertisement, huh? Still, I wonder if he'd have much left when he finally retires.

[/pluck pluck pluck]

Lucky, you say.

[This, Lavi, is the most distant look ever. So distant Allen is probably looking into another world and several years back, straight into a merry era of beatings, quietly mortified overnight stays in expensive brothels, impossible errands, and debt. All of the debt.]

You know― There really ought to be some sort of organisation providing aid for these things.

[Preferably financial aid.]

[ secure in his blithe unawareness of what devilry goes on whenever Lavi can't sleep: ] I think so! He takes such good care of it after all.

[/snip snip snip]

[Softly.]

I just figure that growing up under Cross probably wasn't the easiest thing in the world... But even with all that he put you through you still grew up better than what you could have become. I mean...you could have turned out just like him, yeah? [A nervous laugh.] But instead you're always trying to be helpful and be there for everyone, on and off the battlefield no matter your own condition. And you don't have to, but you do.

...And doing business with Cross would probably make them close business, Allen.

[He has no one to do it to now. ;; So many sleepless nights. Come here, Kanda. We can pluck and they regrow overnight.]

Tries to, I think I sort of make him lose a strand a day with how I make him mad.

[Allen's hands pause in their meticulous trimming with a little twitch of surprise that thankfully doesn't cost Lavi more hair than it could have.]

―Ah.

[ He breaks into an uneven laugh soon after, terribly embarrassed and also kind of lost as to what to even say to most of that. There's one thing he's sure of, though. ]

Of course I don't have to, I want to. It's not that big a deal, is it? We're friends, and... It's only natural to want to help everyone else here, I think.

[ drawing back enough to smile down at Lavi ] Besides, you'd all do the same for me.

[ He straightens again to carry on with his task, as marked by another neat snip. ]

You're underestimating my master, by the way. He'd take over everyone else's business.

[No comment on the rest, no mention of how he's set on not turning out just like Cross, but is a little too much like his Master nonetheless. He'll take what he learned from Cross and make it his own.]

And I can't say I blame Bookman― Are you sure it's not because of all those practice rides?

It's not, but you don't really leave time for yourself taking care of us all. Isn't there something that you'd want to do? [He pauses a moment.] N-not that I'm trying to dissuade you from continuing, a smiling face in some place strange is a comfort. And the rest of us might not be able to pull a smile up sometimes.

[He blinks and looks at Allen before looking down again.] Of course we would. [Eye closes once more at the sound of the scissors working on his hair.] Anyone that loaned money to him wouldn't survive.

[A small smile, perhaps a little secretive.] Not in the slightest.

[It's less of a want, more of a have, and all of a cant't so long as he's stuck here. While he's here, though—]

But I am doing what I want—

[Making sure everyone gets by alright. Looking for a way out. Handling Libitina's games as best as he can. Trying to better understand certain people from his world now that he's been given a chance. Helping people from other worlds, like Karkat, even if they may not remember it when they go home. Not leaving of his own free will until every last resident has been safely sent home to their respective worlds.

It's already quite a handful, so it's just as well that Allen rarely wants anything for himself.]

[lightly:] —so you'd best be ready to put up with it.

[adding in a sigh:] Oh, they would. Long enough to come after me and... [ cocking his head warily at that smile ] ...Some other reason for it, then?

[One that you're privy to?]

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Just for you, Allen. Right now you're doing for all of us. [And Lavi knows that it's probably not tiring for him but still.

How can he be so selfless?

It wasn't fair, not to Allen. Not in Lavi's opinion.

Lavi lets out a heavy sigh with breath he hadn't realized was building in his chest and just lets the subject drop if Allen wants.] Alright...

Would they even dare come over the bridge, Allen? [A soft grin.] Yeah, but Gramps likes me keeping it under wraps. [White lie is a go.]

[Looks around at their desolate surroundings, up at the distant, clean skyscrapers of Credinta, then back at the ruins around them. Even disregarding the fact that no one in Credinta will have any idea who Allen Walker is, much less suspect he's on this side of the river...]

...I think not.

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