<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/><em>'I've made some fairly big mistakes in my life but I think none more than today. Of all the things Nerissa has ever talked you into, did you really need to let this be a thing?'</em>Albion was at war in his mind, the pain of getting what hair might have existed on his body ripped right off still ringing throughout his form hut slowly dulling. Lily still clenched his hand, Nerissa still clenched his belongings, and Albion no longer had anything to protect his modesty from the roaming eyes of others. In short, nothing was going very well for him... At least until Lily was kind enough to cover his standing erections with a washcloth.<br/><br/>Well... It was marginally better. Not very, but marginally.<br/><br/>Looking to Lily as she warned him about playing that hame with her, he finally got the focus to move his arms into a fold, brow raised. "Damn, that smarts... In any event....You're welcome to try as you may to learn anything. Who knows, maybe you'll find out something fun. Or maybe you won't, it's all up to you to work it out." the tall male remarked. It was all fun and games, after all... Plus hopefully it would help detract from his choice to freeball for comfort in lieu of wearing any underwear.<br/><br/>Though no amount of distraction would spare either of them from Nerissa's commentary. The fate of his hair was, unfortunately, in her hands, and he hoped said fate was better than his body's. The talk of Azmodiel's sex appeal reminded the man that sometimes, Nerissa did not have a filter for her choice of words... Nor did he need that sort of mental image (especially since the guy was married already).<br/><br/>"Just don't force it, Neri. People will like you for who you are, good or bad... Besides I'd be wary about looking into SOPHE for interests, a lot of the time their choices for hires are questionable. I mean, I'm here." Albion gave a bemused shrug. He was sure if he could go back in time, he would at least warn himself that his time in SOPHE would not be as he originally imagined it. That being said, he probably wouldn't listen to himself either, so that was a lost cause.<br/><br/>At mentioning a future with him and Lily, Albion coughed. "Hey, hey, I already warned Toshiro, don't start writing us together just yet. This is a date, nothing more than that." Albion groused. They were so quick to write their futures together, and while early on it started as a playful joke, they were running with it like they were serious... At least Lily still considered it more playful than anything. Maybe experimental at nest because... Realistically, had Lily ever been the sort to entertain a date?<br/><br/>Yet his woes didn't stop there, Neri being all too willing and pleased with continuing to drive the proverbial bus over Albion's proverbial carcass as it lay in the equally proverbial streets. Everything from talking about how erect he was earlier and poking her in the leg, to touching her inappropriately, to doing these acts in front of children. He was very sure at least one of the women who were tending to him looked vexed, and would probably enjoy waxing the remainder of body hair off of his body. "Yes, thank you very much, Nerissa, I think I no longer have a shortage of reasons for which I want to be dead right now." he heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. "No, Neri, you've done quite enough, leave it to the attendants for now. At least that way things can't possibly get worse."<br/><br/>Though they were right, standing at attention was going to make things harder for them to work... And as soon as Neri offered to handle things for him down there with a trimmer, he sat up. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" He exclaimed, looking at Neri. "No trimmers for her... For either of them. Just, get my backside for now, the issues in front will resolve by then!" He continued, grunting as he turned himself over and left himself to their mercy. He didn't even want to think about the date anymore right now, letting his face push into the headrest with an exhausted sigh.<br/><br/>It had only been a half an hour, maybe, and things had gotten to this point. He couldn't wait to just light up in the evening.<br/><br/>If only he had watched to see what Nerissa was doing, he could have warned her against rummaging through his pockets. As a result, besides his wallet... A half torn picture that seemed to be him and someone else, though the someone else had clearly been removed (the picture seemed to be from his earlier years, at least; He looked younger and more happy in it), more than several condoms, a singular bullet, a case containing some of his home ingredients for personal use, a lighter, a pocketbook containing the names, numbers, work schedule information, and more of what could only be assumed to be the sort of company Albion tended to keep, some rubberbands, a pen... It seemed there was almost no end to the stuff the man carried in his pockets.