Bit of a Trim [Mr. Todd] [Finished]

[Nathalia]

Mr. Todd watched as his potential customer began to look as though he was going to pull a runner.

That could not happen....

""Ere now, why don't you jus' sit down... You don't 'ave to leave jus' because that crazy woman freaked you out a bit. She won't be back in, I promise, you."

Moving around in front of the shepherd he began to slowly move in, cornering the other canine back against the barbers' chair. Pressing his face very close to Rogers's, he muttered under his breath.

"Look sir, 6p may not soun' like much to you, but to me 's the difference between a good meal tonight and 'avin' to eat 'odgepodge again. Now...siddown!"

So saying he gave the other Canine a shove in the chest and flipped his razor out of his pocket, holding it up to the light.

"Any objections?"

[The Jenn]

Rogers immediately stood still when the man with the now-concealed but still very real weapon that had been waved in his face circled around in front of him and began cajoling him not to leave. As well as backing him towards the barber's chair.

And then the man literally got in his face and he could do nothing but inhale sharply and sit down with a hard 'thump' against the chair. He didn't care what the barber was saying at this point. He just wanted to leave this insane place. However, there was once again a very sharp thing gleaming in his vision and he mutely shook his head. Were his brothers here right now, they would have all laughed at him. Then he would have pointed out that 6p was probably as important to them as to the barber and they would have shut up or whacked him, having nothing to say since they were all in the military and dirt-poor but fine from what he'd last heard. However, this man was decidedly not one of his brothers.

He sat perfectly still in the chair, ramrod straight, and waited for this ordeal to be over. He just hoped that the man didn't have a 'musical episode' again while there was a razor in his ear.

[Nathalia]

Mr. Todd gave a quiet grunt of approval as the man sat down hard and then ceased to move from the spot. Smiling, he reached over to his table and grabbed a small pot of shaving cream.

Turning back to the other Canine, he lathered up the protruding yellow fur and then pulled the hair out taught, pushing the razor in and then slicing at the fur tips lightly.

"Well, fere you are, no 'arm done, jus' like I said. Now that you're all calm this'll only take a few minutes..."

He worked slowly, wanting to make sure that the hair was even. Slowly his tail began to wag to the timing of his razor strokes...and he began to hum again softly under his breath. Grabbing another small pot with his free hand he began massaging anther slightly sticky mixture into the skin of the Shepherds' ear. This chemical would stop the hair from growing any further than it was at the moment, perfect for what the customer had requested.

It smelled like lemon and everyfing...

It only took about five minutes of extensive touching, clipping, smearing, and humming; and then the Wolf was handing the Shepherd a mirror.

"There you are, is that everyfing?"

[The Jenn]

Rather than 'calm', Rogers was actually trying to forcibly keep his breathing even and telling himself in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to tremble as the man clipped and slathered things on his ears, not even a teensy bit. Moving in any way while there were sharp objects carefully gliding around his head would be a Bad Idea.

The scent of lemon reached his nose as soon as the man opened the pot of unidentifiable sticky goo, presumably a homemade aftershave or something like that. He honestly didn't know. Whatever it was, it didn't hurt and so he didn't care. The humming was disconcerting, however, and he hoped that the man didn't distract himself with the music enough to dramatically sweep his arm out... with the razor attached... while it was still inside his ear. Thankfully, nothing of the sort happened and he breathed an honest sigh of relief when he was handed the mirror.

Surprisingly, or perhaps not, the fur was impeccably trimmed to an appropriate length and looked just fine, barring a tiny bit of drying that needed to happen."Everything looks in order," he managed in a professional enough voice, remembering after a breath that he needed to pay the man and get the hell out of there. His hand only shook slightly as he reached down for his wallet and pulled out 6p, handing it to him with a polite head-bow and a word of thanks. The man was a higher rank than him, after all, and you didn't want to insult the musical maniac.

All the same, as quickly as was polite, he left the shop and half-jogged away from the creepy place.

[Nathalia]

Mr. Todd took the money, shoving it in his pocket and watching as the man hurried pout of his store.

No problem, a little exercise never hurt anyone, so long as the Shepherd had paid, Mr. Todd wouldn't mind.

"Mrs. Lovett..."

The Wolf muttered, stalking through the door connecting their shoppes and passing her to look at the selection of...items...she had on display.

"Let's go 'n get somefin' for dinner, m' hungry."

The Cat squirmed with delight and ran to grab her decorative fan, excited at the prospect of an outing with her beloved.

"Gotcha, Mr.T. Just let me grab my fan an' we'll head on out. How about the sandwich shoppe? I haven't been there in ages, Mr. T!"

She blathered on, adjusting her fan on its strap at the side of her dress and sliding her arm through his. He didn't bother listening to anything else she said, but let a small smile cross his features.

"The sandwich shoppe sounds fine, love. Anyfing you wan'."

Turning the sign on her door to closed, they sauntered off into the better end of the Bazaar.

[Kiki]

Dana, Jenn and Nat receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe. This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe. Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!