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Chase had one question on a piece of paper before he'd gotten up to wander and hadn't come back.
He finally felt able to show his face in public again, so that was a start after so many days of wanting to crawl into a deep hole and die from the shame of that drag show. He got to keep his clothes and that was better than the other option in that deal. And he also had a dinner to go to soon. There was something still bugging him though, something he couldn't put his finger on...
Instead of finishing the questionnaire (version...god, thirty? Or was he at thirty-one now?) he'd just kept wandering until he found his way to the bathroom with a pair of scissors.
Ever since the show, he'd been growing out a beard and it wasn't much yet, but it was a good stubble. The hair, that was definitely in need of a good trim. He started to cut here, trim there, kept going until it was shorter than he had ever kept it, except for that one time when he was a teen. When he was through there, he grasped a razor and made sure that his beard (and the small tufts of moustache that went with it) was neat before easing away and staring at the foreign reflection in the mirror.
Change in big ways always frightened him, always made him worry.
But these little changes that he could control made him feel like he had a say in how the world operated.
Chase smiled to himself as he ran the water and cleaned up, giving one last look in the mirror before heading back outside to the Compound halls to keep wandering.
[Beard looks as such, hair is like this.]
He finally felt able to show his face in public again, so that was a start after so many days of wanting to crawl into a deep hole and die from the shame of that drag show. He got to keep his clothes and that was better than the other option in that deal. And he also had a dinner to go to soon. There was something still bugging him though, something he couldn't put his finger on...
Instead of finishing the questionnaire (version...god, thirty? Or was he at thirty-one now?) he'd just kept wandering until he found his way to the bathroom with a pair of scissors.
Ever since the show, he'd been growing out a beard and it wasn't much yet, but it was a good stubble. The hair, that was definitely in need of a good trim. He started to cut here, trim there, kept going until it was shorter than he had ever kept it, except for that one time when he was a teen. When he was through there, he grasped a razor and made sure that his beard (and the small tufts of moustache that went with it) was neat before easing away and staring at the foreign reflection in the mirror.
Change in big ways always frightened him, always made him worry.
But these little changes that he could control made him feel like he had a say in how the world operated.
Chase smiled to himself as he ran the water and cleaned up, giving one last look in the mirror before heading back outside to the Compound halls to keep wandering.
[Beard looks as such, hair is like this.]
