seven | [visual] | i wanna see you strut, c'mon walk for me.
Levi has a dilemma on his hands.
See, Levi wants to do something different. He's one hundred and nine years old, and he's had the same hair color for more than three fourths of that life time. A little change is good, so that's why he's raiding the hatches, hatching color after color in an attempt to figure out just what he wants to do with his hair. Nothing too much, because Levi doesn't want to ruin what he has, but something... subtle.
Then again, when is Levi ever subtle?
About an hour later, Levi has two bottles of hair color, blue and green, and is grinning down at his tablet, looking cheerful.
"Citizens of Taxon," he begins, all very grand and theatrical, "I am on a mission. This mission entails making the city's population look beautiful. Now, please don't take this the wrong way-- all of you out there are perfectly fine the way you are. But if you feel the need to be glamorous, stop by. I'd love to be your fashion consultant."
A pause, then: "Cordelia, I'd be honored if you'd be my partner in crime. Bring Angel by, we'll have a ball."
And then, he drops his tablet on the couch, clearly still not getting the idea that one has to turn the tablet off when one is done with it. His voice can be heard distantly as he walks off.
"Shane, honey, come help me with this--!"
See, Levi wants to do something different. He's one hundred and nine years old, and he's had the same hair color for more than three fourths of that life time. A little change is good, so that's why he's raiding the hatches, hatching color after color in an attempt to figure out just what he wants to do with his hair. Nothing too much, because Levi doesn't want to ruin what he has, but something... subtle.
Then again, when is Levi ever subtle?
About an hour later, Levi has two bottles of hair color, blue and green, and is grinning down at his tablet, looking cheerful.
"Citizens of Taxon," he begins, all very grand and theatrical, "I am on a mission. This mission entails making the city's population look beautiful. Now, please don't take this the wrong way-- all of you out there are perfectly fine the way you are. But if you feel the need to be glamorous, stop by. I'd love to be your fashion consultant."
A pause, then: "Cordelia, I'd be honored if you'd be my partner in crime. Bring Angel by, we'll have a ball."
And then, he drops his tablet on the couch, clearly still not getting the idea that one has to turn the tablet off when one is done with it. His voice can be heard distantly as he walks off.
"Shane, honey, come help me with this--!"