Number III - Shave and a haircut...
Who: Axel and Tron (maybe Flynn later as well, we'll see)
Where: Their appartment
When: Relatively current time
What: A Nobody teaches a program how to shave. Hilarity (probably) ensues.
Warnings: I highly doubt it! XD
Axel spotted Tron sitting on the couch in the common area of their appartment, watching some sort of action-adenture holovid. On the screen, a male human actor (who Axel thought looked vaguely familiar, for some reason) pelted down an ancient-looking, torchlit stone corridor for dear life, a golden statuette in his hand, as an enormous round boulder rolled after him, threatening to crush him. Axel leaned over the back of the couch, resting his forearms on it, watching with mild interest to see how the vid's hero (for so the mackground music made him out to be) was going to escape his predicament.
Once the hero had escaped out into a jungle with his prize, Axel glanced at Tron, who was scratching the not insubstantial beard on his chin, frowning slighting as though he were a bit uncomfortable. "You know," Axel told him, "you could shave that, if it's bugging you." Up until now, Axel hadn't commented on the program's increasingly scruffy facial hair. It was Tron's hair; he could wear it however he wanted, as far as Axel was concerned. If it was becoming uncomfortable for him, however, Axel figured he'd toss the suggestion out there.
[OOC: And, no, Axel has no idea that programs' hair doesn't normally grow while inside a computer. X3]
Where: Their appartment
When: Relatively current time
What: A Nobody teaches a program how to shave. Hilarity (probably) ensues.
Warnings: I highly doubt it! XD
Axel spotted Tron sitting on the couch in the common area of their appartment, watching some sort of action-adenture holovid. On the screen, a male human actor (who Axel thought looked vaguely familiar, for some reason) pelted down an ancient-looking, torchlit stone corridor for dear life, a golden statuette in his hand, as an enormous round boulder rolled after him, threatening to crush him. Axel leaned over the back of the couch, resting his forearms on it, watching with mild interest to see how the vid's hero (for so the mackground music made him out to be) was going to escape his predicament.
Once the hero had escaped out into a jungle with his prize, Axel glanced at Tron, who was scratching the not insubstantial beard on his chin, frowning slighting as though he were a bit uncomfortable. "You know," Axel told him, "you could shave that, if it's bugging you." Up until now, Axel hadn't commented on the program's increasingly scruffy facial hair. It was Tron's hair; he could wear it however he wanted, as far as Axel was concerned. If it was becoming uncomfortable for him, however, Axel figured he'd toss the suggestion out there.
[OOC: And, no, Axel has no idea that programs' hair doesn't normally grow while inside a computer. X3]