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Date Posted: 12:44:19 02/06/02 Wed
Author: Argus
Subject: Shave but no haircut
In reply to: Saras 's message, "Starting Again" on 11:01:38 02/05/02 Tue

Argus woke from his nap feeling stiff but not too bad. He felt quite refreshed, in fact... it had been a long time since he'd slept a REAL sleep. He yawned and stretched. What was that sound? Some sort of low keening noise coming from one of the tents. Then the realization of what he was hearing hit him. By the gods someone was playing "hide the pickle" in there! Had these people no sense of decency?

He sat there listening to the sounds, shifting uncomfortably as his body began responding to the lustful thoughts the noises were causing. He was, of course, not opposed to sex but it really should be kept more private not paraded for everyone to hear. He supposed, given the way these people dressed and behaved, that he should be glad they didn't choose to copulate right beside the campfire for all to see.

He licked his lips, envisioning that. Disgraceful, is what that would be. Most indecent. He was glad the deed was taking place in one of the tents where he couldn't watch.

He was about to get up and get himself some of that kaff (no, java) but he suddenly realized that his body had betrayed him and had to sit there for a few moments letting the lustful thoughts and their consequences subside.

Once he was sufficiently under control, he got to his feet and found the centaur with the pot of java. He accepted a cup gratefully. "Ta," he said in thanks. Sipping the steaming java, he looked around the camp.

At that moment Tristan walked up and kissed Marz on the lips. Argus dropped his cup, sending hot java splashing onto his leg. He yelped in pain and rubbed at the burned spot, then glared at Marz and Tristan as if it was their fault.

"Dat kind o' behavier is not natal!" he blurted in shock. "Mun dun bowl neckin' uvver mun... dee bag womun!!!" He stalked off, muttering about this new revelation in the group dynamics. He'd have to get back to Kelkenny soon before the people here corrupted him!

Argus again scratched at his beard. The damned thing was itching like mad. That did it! He was going to shave it off right now! He wandered around until he found one of the few male centaurs and, after great difficulty in communication, finally managed to get across that he wanted to borrow a razor and some soap. The centaur gave these to him along with a small shaving mirror and other toiletries, telling him to keep them (he obviously thought Argus looked like he needed them more than himself). "Ta!" Argus said, thinking that was mighty decent of the fellow.

He took the razor and mirror down to the pond and lathered up, then carefully shaved off his scruffy beard. He gazed critically at his face in the mirror. He was younger than he had appeared under all that hair, and his blue eyes were piercing beneath his black hair. "You're quite a 'andsome la', if ay do say so myself," he told his reflection.

He then combed his hair, which wasn't too shaggy but still could use a trim. He didn't trust himself to cut it, though, so he settled for wetting it and combing it back. He returned to camp looking refreshed and retrieved a new mug of java.

"So... ay we 'ead'n ter de twilight city quick sticks dun?" he asked of whoever might be listening.

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