Disclaimer do not own GeneratorRex if I did it definitely would be rated R rather PG
A/N1: It's a sipped I've started ages ago… like several other ideas which now are out-dated due newest plot revelation .
Providence dark legacy
hair-cut
by your-biohazardous-friend
Holiday couldn't help but chuckle at the sigh which was revealed as she entered the research ward.
In the middle of the newspaper pages ocean was a small, lonely island - a stainless steel chair. On which was sitting boy no older than 14 of age. His normally spiky hair were down, wetted and soaped with cheap soft soap.
Rex was darting scared glances in all possible directions looking for any form of rescue.
Above the chair and it's captive was standing Agent Six, with his green suit perfectly fitting a depicture of modern version of Poseidon, the Greek god of Seas. The man was handling a razor in his hand with his trademark stern expression plastered on his face.
Holiday tried to hid her unprofessional smile behind her hand.
The movement was caught by the boy who, to Six's annoyance, darted his head toward her direction making the task, the man was about to start, harder to proceed. Rex bore his big brown, pleading eyes into hers. Then suddenly it all clicked: the razor and soaped hair.
"are you by any chance…" Holiday started, pointing at Rex "… going to shave this boys head?"
Six nodded.
"to the skin?"
Another nod.
"he doesn't look like he wants that" the woman stated
"children should be seen and not heard-" the man answered "-as the proverb says, doctor Holiday"
"I'm sure you can make an exception…" the scientist begun, the assassin raised his brow sceptically "… and, you know, trim his hair instead… just a little?" the last part was almost whispered as the woman was visibly bothered by man's stern, piercing gaze she could feel him having from under his shades.
"uh-uh" Holiday murmured the tension was unbearable, Rex's puppy eyes were even more persistent "I have to go now… exams to perform, burettes to fill, you know, scientific stuff. Have a nice… quality time… together… Rex, Agent Six"
Then Holiday left. Six smirked. Rex curled even more to himself – petrified.
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