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Monochrome
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Axel snorted and clutched everything in the confines of his hair, coiling it into a rather thick and large bun. The cross earrings in his ears did nothing to stop him from looking like a delicate flower, but hey. It got him past the security guards. Provided that he kept shaving everyday.
A Brazilian wax may just come in handy, he thought, rubbing his chin.
He pat the bun at the back of his head, feeling all of the supplies shift into a more comfortable formation. "Anything else you'd like me to grab?"
The supplies that normally went to the nurses and their cronies had been taken a while back, so he only needed a few extras for some homemade explosives. Blueprints didn't need to be stolen -- his excellent photographic memory [thanks to extreme boredom] was enough to suffice.
He dug into his pocket and lit up a smoke. From the corner of his eye he spotted a mirror and walked over to practice a little vanity. After a moment he frowned.
"I love you mom," he muttered. "But I think you've given me too much of yourself..."
A Brazilian wax may just come in handy, he thought, rubbing his chin.
He pat the bun at the back of his head, feeling all of the supplies shift into a more comfortable formation. "Anything else you'd like me to grab?"
The supplies that normally went to the nurses and their cronies had been taken a while back, so he only needed a few extras for some homemade explosives. Blueprints didn't need to be stolen -- his excellent photographic memory [thanks to extreme boredom] was enough to suffice.
He dug into his pocket and lit up a smoke. From the corner of his eye he spotted a mirror and walked over to practice a little vanity. After a moment he frowned.
"I love you mom," he muttered. "But I think you've given me too much of yourself..."