He stared in puzzlement at the package that Aerrow had just tossed to him. "What?"
Aerrow shrugged. "It's a crystal powered razor."
Dark Ace cocked an eyebrow at him. In that instant, Aerrow saw him, not as his evil nemesis, but as a rueful man in need of a good shave. The illusion was broken as the Dark Ace drew himself up. "Why?"
Aerrow shrugged. "Piper said you were looking scruffy. I figured you couldn't be too proud to borrow my razor… the blades are new."
He ran his fingers thoughtfully over his stubbly chin.
A shave would be nice.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100