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This is Spoon. Spoon's morning can be summed up by a...meeting, which pretty much lead to him feeling rather, well...this.

Right at this very moment he's got a bottle of Ouzo and his back against a wall. He's not going for a dark corner, he's just...feeling like having a wall is a good idea right now.

Sliver of God whut?

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Spoon is just going to keep right on leaning here. It's about as comforting as he's going to get (outside of snuggled with a naked Ace).

"I have something for you," Axel says, a little while later. He's grinning as he says it.

"You do?" Spoon blinks, tilts his head, and finally sits up away from the not-Nobody, "What's that, then?"

Axel reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a black wooden box, all tied up with a bright red ribbon.

"You can consider it a late Christmas present, if you want."

You see that grin? It's grinning at you, Spoon.

Spoon's head tilts when he opens the box and sees all the silvery beads. "Uh?" This is Spoon, not shoving his hand into potentially painful situations. (He can learn!)

"Platinum," Axel says smugly.

"Help me switch out." Spoon says, perking up, "Fuckin' got to see da's expression."

"Sure thing," Axel replies, his grin broadening. He can follow directions!

Spoon beams and starts rapidly pulling beads out and re-braiding his hair. This is SO MUCH BETTER than worrying about teenagers.

Clearly, Axel wins.

The debeading and rebraiding are made much faster by a second set of hands.

It really is. When they're done Spoon shakes his head and listens to the slightly different shing! of beads. "Hee." is his exclamation.

Slightly heavier, too; platinum isn't a lightweight metal.

"So, think you're going to cause a few heart-attacks?" Axel asks, casually.