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[a_close_shave]

The shop...my first, and last.

Our home. This horror over...this terrible...

...Rest now, my friends. Rest now, forever...sleep now, the untroubled sleep of the angels--

...Tobias. My razor---

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[pitfallen]

[Passing by outside, thoroughly confused and without any knowledge of who she is, as per this]

Huh..... Well, it looks kinda familiar, but........ Hmmm... I can't put my finger on it... Maybe I'm one of those frilly poofoo types who gets their hair done a lot............. Nah.

[a_close_shave]

[after retrieving his razor, heads down to go to the cellar, passing by the front door and stopping in his tracks; in his mind's eye, Excel is a milk-skinned, golden-haired silf--perfect and young..Johanna, his lost daughter, the spitting image of her mother Lucy

He skids to a stop, his determination forgotten, and elation further fed]

...You...you, young--young woman--

[pitfallen]

[Takes a moment, but looks up when she realizes he means her. Her eyes are a little wider than usual due to her confused state, but other than that she's the same as usual..... Well, that and the probably-barely-noticeable head wound on the side of her forehead....]

....... Huh? You mean me?

[Turns full and points at herself, voice reluctantly eager]

Do you know me?!

[a_close_shave]

Y-yes, you are...[pretenses to be kept, things to do, things to do...Sweeney swallowed lightly and stepped out to bring her inside with a, surprisingly, nervous but kindly smile]

Antony's Johanna...Judge..Turpin's ward..come in, come in...[though tempted to place a hand on her shoulder to guide her in, but she is so fragile, so...unreal..he does not, and merely gestures for her to come]