Netherlands is standing in the 002 restrooms, in front of the line of mirrored sinks, looking at an innocuous pair of hair clippers like they might just come to life and buzz his eyebrows right off. On - bzzzt - off. On, off. There's a row of guards laid out across the counter like so many points on a map and he can't seem to figure out which one should should be perched atop the thing he's holding.
The fuck are these space measurements, man. For that matter, the fuck are clippers and how does he use them.
He's not about to try it out, untested, on his precious but way-too-long hair, which means... Yeah, he's got his shirt off and is trying out the different guards on his chest hair. Probably something he should be doing in the privacy of his room, but since when did he give a fuck about decorum.
It's all organized, of course, each stripe corresponding to the placement of its guard upon the counter. No use if he can't remember which guard is the one he wants to use.]
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Netherlands is standing in the 002 restrooms, in front of the line of mirrored sinks, looking at an innocuous pair of hair clippers like they might just come to life and buzz his eyebrows right off. On - bzzzt - off. On, off. There's a row of guards laid out across the counter like so many points on a map and he can't seem to figure out which one should should be perched atop the thing he's holding.
The fuck are these space measurements, man. For that matter, the fuck are clippers and how does he use them.
He's not about to try it out, untested, on his precious but way-too-long hair, which means... Yeah, he's got his shirt off and is trying out the different guards on his chest hair. Probably something he should be doing in the privacy of his room, but since when did he give a fuck about decorum.
It's all organized, of course, each stripe corresponding to the placement of its guard upon the counter. No use if he can't remember which guard is the one he wants to use.]