I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 56

~3 birthdays this weekend! Kalte (the writer for Alastor and a few other characters) included!~
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Friday, August 10th, 1923
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There luckily wasn't too much of a struggle to get Alastor to the bathroom, the man more or less being able to walk on his own.

After taking the dishes back downstairs to the kitchen, Anthony helped Alastor get there.
"Alright, I'm gunna apologize right here and now just in case. I've never helped anyone else shave before so if your head comes off in the process, I'm sorry."

Sitting perched on the edge of the bathtub now, Alastor smiled.
"Oh, it's quite alright. I'd rather you tried than I be unpresentable as I am right now."
He replied with a small chuckle, feeling his face again.

Anthony smiled and cupped Alastor's cheek, feeling the roughness that his stubble brought.
"You're still as handsome as ever."
He hummed as he leaned in, placing a quick kiss to his lover's lips, then opened the shaving kit that Rosie luckily had stored away from when she first taught Alastor how to shave and started setting the razor up.
"So, ah... anythin' y' wanna do t'day? I know ya probably wanna get home sometime."

Sweetly kissing Anthony back with a grin, Alastor hummed in thought for a moment.
"Yes, I would like to do something today, I wouldn't want to be wasting some of your last days here. I know Mama will probably be wondering where I've got to by this evening, but we have much of the day still."

Anthony shrugged, setting the razor aside for a moment as he got the shaving cream and facial soap stick out.
"As long as we're together, I ain't gunna think a second's been wasted. Even if we spent the entire day in bed."
Stepping closer, with the little bowl of shaving cream and the brush, Anthony guided Alastor's head to tilt back, then started lathering the soap on his face and under his chin, then a layer of the shaving cream in circular motions immediately after.
"We also gotta go back t' the carnival t'morrow and pick up our photographs."
He said almost absent-mindedly.

Alastor helped hold his chin up as Anthony applied the shaving cream to his face, the man nodding in response to Anthony's words about the dresses.
"Yes, we'll have plenty of time to pick up those photos, watch the circus and hopefully see the fireworks."

Anthony's brow raised at the sound of that last thing listed, setting the brush and bowl down beside the sink, then grabbed the razor.
"Fireworks, huh? Those sound like a lotta fun."
He commented as he tilted his head to the side and made sure he had everything properly aligned before making the first stroke, going with the gain first.

"Yes, fireworks are awfully beautiful, especially the carnival ones in the night."
Alastor smiled, keeping himself still as Anthony got to work.

"Hey, y' want a haircut while we're at it?"
The Italian asked, teasing, of course.

Alastor frowned.
"Haha! Absolutely not. I quite like the length that it is, as I told you before. Despite Mama's opinion."

"I know, I'm pullin' your leg. I like your hair as it is."
Anthony couldn't help but chuckle while keeping his focus, turning the blade to the other side, making a few strokes, and then rinsed it off in the sink.

A small smirk pulled at Alastor's lips at that as he cast his gaze downwards without moving his head.
"No, you're not."
He started, grin growing a little more.
"Why your hand isn't anywhere near my leg, so how could you be pulling it?"

"Y' know..."
The blonde sighed, finishing off another stroke.
"Back home, any smartass comments like that and you'd get cut. Especially when y' ain't the one with the blade. Lucky we ain't there, huh?"