1st Shave

[a_close_shave]

[scuffling footfalls, and a hollowed voice]

Life, love, reason...song, singing, blood...

.....Where...what hell? What monstrous home?

Where has the blackness brought me now. What world as it made for me.

[ooc: And Sweeney returns, darker, broodier, and far more folded into himself. <3 He's restarted, so all relationships have been wiped...he may

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[pitfallen]

.............. Huh? Mr. Sweeney? Is that you?

[pitfallen]

[Pauses and stares]

Eh....... M-Mister Todd, you've got some.... Y'got some stuff on your..... I-Is that blood...?

[a_close_shave]

[he takes an odd moment to gingerly finger the flesh of his throat, and look at his fingertips...]

...Mine.

[pitfallen]

A........................ Are you hurt..........?

[Looking at him rather anxiously, eying the razor closely]

Are you alright......?

[a_close_shave]

Hurt.

[glances at her, a bit more..off, coming to terms with something]

...My heart no longer beats within me, child. There is little to be done for it.

[pitfallen]

[Looks a little disturbed for a brief moment before shaking her head and remembering where she is]

Oh, right..... Ah....... Well, you're alright now more or less so..... Do you, eh... You still want me to take you back to your shop...?

[a_close_shave]

[looks at the razor in his hand, as well as the spotted blood...nods once]

...familiar. Something. Anything.

[pitfallen]

[Looks at the razor, too, not walking any closer.]

Uh.......... R-Right......

It's this way, alright...?

[Starts walking in the direction of the shop, looking over her shoulder a couple times to make sure he's following]

[a_close_shave]

[does follow, silent as the grave, glancing at the buildings here and there, the street lights bothering him...]

[pitfallen]

[They eventually reach the shop, Excel feeling more awkward than ever with her boss not remembering who she is, especially since this was the most secure job she's had here]

Eh........ Here we are...... Ringing any bells yet...?

[a_close_shave]

...None...

[but he can't deny his name on the window, or the colors painted, or the shop set inside...this could very well be his..perhaps, in a way, it still -feels- his]

...and you worked for me, girl.

[pitfallen]

Yeah. I'm Excel. I've been working for you for a few months now.

[a_close_shave]

...Excel.

As it is, young lady, this seems to be--my only concrete possession in this place...

[he looks at her again, vacant..and tired] What did you do for me.

[pitfallen]

W-Well, I guess you lived somewhere, too, but I don't know where....

[Scratches her head and looks at the shop]

Well..... A lotta stuff. I cleaned the toilets, swept the floors, cut people's hair sometimes, kept the stations clean.... That kinda stuff.

[a_close_shave]

..I see...

[with little heart, though, at the moment, it's all he has]

It seems I have well enough business, to need help...do you wish to keep your job with me?

[pitfallen]

YES.

[Answers without hesitation]