<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nvQJUqt.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Beauty Salon<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa, Lily,<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>The dread is here<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Apparently nothing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"One date too many, if you ask me. I wasn't expecting anything among coworkers ever since I joined..." Albion sighed. Then again... Lily wouldn't know what he was like when she first got pulled into the organization. They were darker times for sure, and full of more problems than he had right now. Never would she know that the reason he managed to be an active  relatively sociable fellow happened to be the very same person she was trying to assure. Unsaid stories for sure, and that was the way they needed to be. No one needed to know about the catastrophic situation that began with nailing the wrong guy's daughter and ended with a flaming boat.<br/><br/>A quiet grin placed itself upon his features as he remembered the night so fondly and what went on during it, but he brushed it aside as Lily tried to speak in his defense... The keyword being 'tried'. "Are you trying to help me or hurt me? I can't tell with you but I tend to expect the latter..." The silver-haired male narrowed his eyes at Lily. At the least, the talk about the pain he was going to go through did help detract from the blood rushing through his muscle right now. Indeed, very slowly the wrapper seemed to be descending little by little.<br/><br/>However, with Nerissa... His jest seemed to touch a sore point, and it took a reminder to the day they met, to the day she helped him, to realize why saying what he did was probably not a wise choice of words. He couldn't really speak in protest either, she was quite right. Though he couldn't make heads or tails of what she implied by giving his life to her... Was she some sort of collector of souls? Or did she mean something else? Either way, it was definitely hard to broach the subject here, with Lily, and other attendants around to hear everything.<br/><br/>Especially when Nerissa started to look dejected after his exclamation. "Wait, Neri, I wasn't... an..." He gave up the protest as the ladies around him all looked quite crossly at him for daring to make such a pretty girl cry. Even trying to keep things from snowballing into worse territory, it just went there naturally. ... Sorry I shouted at you, Neri." He nodded his head as he looked to the fox demon. Usually, apologizing while looking away or anything else would give one the idea the apology was insincere, so he made sure to focus on her.<br/><br/>Yet, it was never easy for Albion when Nerissa spoke, and right now, complimenting him on his backside left his brows raised and his eyes widened. :W-why would you say that here and right now...? Seriously, there's a time and a place for everything, and I can't fathom what either of those things are concerning my backside..." He hung his head and let it rest upon the work table. That she even had the audacity to say that stuff in the open... He was glad be was bribing her to keep quiet about other things now. But at least<em>now</em>it couldn't get wor-<br/><br/>Oh, she found his condoms. Of<em>course</em>it could be worse.<br/><br/>"Why... Why are you doing this? Is this payback for way back then?" He sighed, lifting his head from the table as he saw the condoms in her hands, thankfully missing the part where she took his kit for making his homemade smokes. "Look, it helps for the kind of meetings I go to so I don't wind up having any little bastards before I'm ready." He spoke with a tinge of exasperation, not even bothering to censor himself at this point.  He just wanted this day to he over with now... Lily speaking up about games proved a nice distraction.<br/><br/>"M'not very good at it, to be honest, but I think I had a 46th level Ranger since I have a tendency to enjoy shooting things and... Wait, book?" Nerissa speaking up made Albion flinch, especially when she called it his book of friends, before he turned and wanted to protest... Before he let his hand fall. "Oh, to hell with it, I give up." He sighed in defeat, leaving himself to his fate at the hands of the salon workers. Just as much as the front, if not more, the process of removing his body hair from his backside hurt exceptionally more. Probably due to the relatively sensitive feelings. He was definitely a groaning, hissing mess by the time it was done.<br/><br/>Now it would be time for the makeup... But at least now he would be able to dress up. Sitting upright alowly, with only a mild wince, he reached out for his pants in Nerissa's hands and stood up to dress himself. She seemed to be as much of a chatter box as usual, but he couldn't tell if she was legitimately flirting with him or simply approving of the sight. "Well, besides feeling a little colder without the body hair and a profound sense of lingering, stinging pain in about 60% of my body, I'd say I'm alright." He replied with mild sarcasm with a mix of brutal honesty, as he began to slip his pants back on.<br/><br/>"So, you saw the book, you saw the condoms... You see everything else?" He asked with a quieter tone now as he leaned in to whisper, looking at the probably-too-curious-for-her-own-good foxgirl.