TO SHAVE THE FACE // open

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  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney, immaculately groomed and primped to the nines, was staring into a mirror at his reflection, a razor in his grip and carefully trimming any out of place furs. The barber was doing what he loved.


    // mobile + rushed


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  • Whatever Sweeney was doing with that razor, it was unfamiliar to her. She hadn't seen anybody trimming their fur before either. Head tilting back and forth, she padded over to Sweeney and halted a few paces from his left. "What're you doing?" She didn't want to be a bother, but she was curious about what he was doing, and why he was doing it to begin with.

  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney quirked a brow at Pippa's inquiry. It was foreign idea that there were those out there who didn't know about the concept of shaving, or keeping fur trimmed. It was his calling, what he did in life. He was the best at it -- no one worked a razor better than him. "Shaving." He answered, swiping away an out-of-place fur before turning to Pippa. He looked absolutely fantastic at the moment -- perfectly groomed, immaculately kept. "Why? Haven't you seen anyone do this before?" He asked quizzically.


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  • "I...no, I haven't...I haven't heard of that before." She didn't understand it, which was funny at the moment considering what she knew about how the body worked and healed itself. Shaving was a strange concept to her. Trimming, not terribly so, but shaving? She couldn't make up her mind whether to ask him if it was supposed to help with the shedding of fur that a lot of animals went through, or the process of hair and fur follicles, or scales, or feathers.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;background-color: #CCCCCC; width:350px; color: #515151; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:11px; margin: 10px 5px 5px; 5px;]Shaving? That was something the kit had also never seen before. But it was interesting. It was taking grooming to the whole other level. Her brown eyes looked over the one who was shaving and the tool he was using. "You like to shave?" [/fancypost][/fancypost]


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  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney raised his brows in response to Pippa's reply. Strange. Back where he was from, a lot creatures came to him so he could keep them prim and proper. It befuddled him to think that shaving had lost its popularity. He adeptly swung the razor so the blade was housed neatly inside of the sheath in a flick of his wrist. He turned his attention to the younger feline and nodded. "It's my calling." He said, no sign of joking in his voice. It was what he was meant to do, through and through.


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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Ah, he could understand the sadness of lost trends. Theater was gone, acting and singing, the arts. It had just withered away somewhere. "If you've ever got time I have got to get my tail in order," Greg offered politely, happy to let someone relive old passions.


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    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ gregamire | male
    ★ biromantic
    ★ 4 years physically | 90 years spiritually
    ★ sylvanclan | counsel member
    ★ sunclan | citizen


    FUN FACTS:
    ★ was born around 1900s
    ★ lived in a famous theatre as a pet
    ★ died in a fire and has mysteriously came back
    ★ a talented actor and singer


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ havana brown cat [main] | health: 100%
    — greg has a light, chocolatey pelt with wide golden eyes. though he isn't the definition of handsome, due to his charismatic, charming energy he seems to be. has a very lean body.


    PERSONALITY:
    dramatic | charming | clever | friendly | intelligent | accepting
    superficial | impulsive | arrogant | selfish | stubborn


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ single | no crush
    ★ no apprentice | no best friend


    INTERACTION:
    ★ they make friends easy
    ★ easy mental difficulty | medium physically
    ★ usually doesn't fight
    ★ Attack in underlined white
    ★ friendly actions don't need acceptance