OOM: Everybody's Freeeeeeeee to Feel Good
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likeroaringlions((Teen Jim Moriarty takes a medieval dude out clubbing in Dublin, 1992. Warnings for drug use, sexual situations.))
Sep. 6th, 2017
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Sep. 6th, 2017 02:53 pmidontneedluckIt had to be done - it seems that in this case, the rumors that hair continues to grow after death are very true.
Either Baze got tired of listening to Chirrut huff about the untidiness of his hair, or Chirrut got tired of listening to Baze tease about how he'd soon be able to wear a ponytail, but in the end the result is the same. Chirrut is sitting cross-legged on a chair in the middle of the bar, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, while Baze wields a wickedly sharp pair of scissors to bring the increasingly unruly (and currently decidedly damp) mop of hair on Chirrut's head under control once more. Chirrut keeps his hands busy by repairing a split seam in one of his robes, carefully mending the damage done in one of their sparring matches.
"If you twitch like that again I'm not going to continue. I almost took your ear off!" Baze grouses, straightening Chirrut's head to his liking.
"The Force will protect me." Chirrut replies with a mock-serenity that does almost nothing to hide the laughter underneath.
(Tinytag: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus)
Either Baze got tired of listening to Chirrut huff about the untidiness of his hair, or Chirrut got tired of listening to Baze tease about how he'd soon be able to wear a ponytail, but in the end the result is the same. Chirrut is sitting cross-legged on a chair in the middle of the bar, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, while Baze wields a wickedly sharp pair of scissors to bring the increasingly unruly (and currently decidedly damp) mop of hair on Chirrut's head under control once more. Chirrut keeps his hands busy by repairing a split seam in one of his robes, carefully mending the damage done in one of their sparring matches.
"If you twitch like that again I'm not going to continue. I almost took your ear off!" Baze grouses, straightening Chirrut's head to his liking.
"The Force will protect me." Chirrut replies with a mock-serenity that does almost nothing to hide the laughter underneath.
(Tinytag: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus)
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Sep. 6th, 2017 10:07 pmirish_vagabondA few days have passed in Annville, Texas. No idea what that translates to in Milliways time.
But tonight, the door swings open. Cassidy staggers through.
He is literally covered head to toe with blood, his clothes thoroughly soaked, a hole ripped through his formerly white t-shirt. He's holding a chainsaw, also dripping with blood. It's pooling at his feet as he stands there, a bit breathless, when he realizes where he is.
"Oh, bollocks."
But tonight, the door swings open. Cassidy staggers through.
He is literally covered head to toe with blood, his clothes thoroughly soaked, a hole ripped through his formerly white t-shirt. He's holding a chainsaw, also dripping with blood. It's pooling at his feet as he stands there, a bit breathless, when he realizes where he is.
"Oh, bollocks."
