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Who: Pavi Largo, Baby Firefly, later Luigi Largo
Where: Baby's room
When: Uhhhh. Will be forward-dating this, so...will update when I know.
What: It's still cool to kill people and peel their faces off, right?
Warnings: Definite language, possibly violence.
Pavi had 'borrowed' the scissors from Amber's room a long time ago, while she'd still been around, and hadn't used them for anything much besides tending to small personal vanities - but he'd kept them meticulously clean and sharp nevertheless. It had never occurred to him that he wouldn't eventually have a less prosaic use for the blades.
They were carefully tucked into an inside pocket of his jacket, and he could feel the cold weight of the steel through the satin. He wanted to feel a sense of reassurance there, the thrill of things to come, but it was just seemed uncomfortable and tense.
Performance anxiety. It would pass. They had been planning the hunt for a while, after all. He adjusted his ascot and knocked on Baby's door.
Where: Baby's room
When: Uhhhh. Will be forward-dating this, so...will update when I know.
What: It's still cool to kill people and peel their faces off, right?
Warnings: Definite language, possibly violence.
Pavi had 'borrowed' the scissors from Amber's room a long time ago, while she'd still been around, and hadn't used them for anything much besides tending to small personal vanities - but he'd kept them meticulously clean and sharp nevertheless. It had never occurred to him that he wouldn't eventually have a less prosaic use for the blades.
They were carefully tucked into an inside pocket of his jacket, and he could feel the cold weight of the steel through the satin. He wanted to feel a sense of reassurance there, the thrill of things to come, but it was just seemed uncomfortable and tense.
Performance anxiety. It would pass. They had been planning the hunt for a while, after all. He adjusted his ascot and knocked on Baby's door.