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[sweeneyroxas.livejournal.com]

[in a dusty, musty room of the DR with an old barber's chair, holding a straightedge razor up to the dim light and smiling, a case of them resting on an old table]

These are my friends,
See how they glisten.
See this one shine,
How he smiles in the light,
My friends...
My faithful friends...

[turns the razor in his hand, grinning]

My lucky friends.
Till now, your shine
Was merely silver.
Friends,
You shall drip rubies...
You'll soon drip precious
Rubies...

At last! My right arm is complete again!

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[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

[The moment Axel steps into the room, he's almost certain this is where he doesn't want to be. He'd just been trying to find a place to drop off a bottle of whiskey that had been following him--at least in the sense that the DR would give to cure what ails... And after opening his closet door for the fifth time, finding it devoid of his boots, replaced with the bottle, Axel was ready to scream. No sir, he was made of tougher stuff than that.

So he was trying to pawn said bottle off on someone else.

And thus finds...this.]


Is this...a bad time?

[sweeneyroxas.livejournal.com]

[flicks the razor closed as he turns to face Axel]

Of course not, my dear sir, business hours are never a bad time.

Interested in a shave? [rests a hand on the chair]

[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

[Business? When the hell did people start setting up shop?]

Never really was a scruffy guy--not much to shave. [There's just something extremely unsettling about a Roxas with a razorblade--at least, a razorblade-toting Roxas with that look on his face.]

--and for that matter, I'm flat broke.

[sweeneyroxas.livejournal.com]

That's a right shame, sir. [runs his thumb over the closed blade] If you know of any fellows who might be needing my services, do inform them kindly.

[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

[OOOH SHI-- that's creepy. And that's your instinct kicking you in the gut, Axel. You should be somewhere else. Far far away, even.]

Nice place you got here-- Could use some dusting, though... [Stop ignoring it, Axel. MOVE.]

[sweeneyroxas.livejournal.com]

[smiles, walks to the table and carefully places the blade in its case, along with the others]

Kind of you, sir. I do think it needs some sprucing up, myself. Appears to have been abandoned for quite a while now.
[turns back to him] Nothing ol' Sweeney can't handle, right? [grinning] We'll be up and running with ease, quite soon, no doubt.

[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

[Abandoned? --now that didn't make sense...Everything the DR made was new, right? ...unless the dark and dingy was what this guy had been looking for. Oh, lament the day that all Roxae were not back-talking bundles of sunshine.]

Guess this calls for a house warming, [presents the bottle in-hand.]

--makes a grand opening grander, eh?

[sweeneyroxas.livejournal.com]

[pauses, stares with a coy smile]

... Yes, I believe it does. [takes the bottle from him, his fingers are cold and slightly gray from the dirt around the room]

[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

[Shiver, shiver]

I'd stand around and bother you for a drink, but I'm trying to avoid the stuff. [chuckles] Today's not a good day for drinking for me.

[axellovett.livejournal.com]

[hanging around in the doorway~]

About ready to open for business?

[sweeneyroxas.livejournal.com]

'Pears we already are, Mr. Lovett. [slow grin, glances at the Axel beside her]

Shouldn't you be getting back to the kitchen?

[axellovett.livejournal.com]

[identical grin spreads across his face]

Just one problem with that- not sure where the kitchen is in this Godforsaken place.

[sweeneyroxas.livejournal.com]

[tilts head to the side] Try the next room over, I saw a nice setup while on my way here.

I think we could work something out, don't you?

HAVE A LOVITT with very few icons >>; yes, larxene. shhh.

[larlarlovesit.livejournal.com]

[quietly]
I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd.
If you only knew, Mr. Todd.
Ooh, Mr. Todd,
You're warm
In my hand...
You've come home...
Always had a fondness for you,
I did.