"Distinguished? Yeah that's a word for it." He reached over and brushed his thumb over Prompto's stubble, silently being like yep, peach fuzz, this is what he grows in the space of a day, but just gave a quiet laugh. "Here. If you want to clean it up." He folded the straight razor back up and offered it over to Prompto, the concept that the blond might not know how to use it not even crossing his mind.
Those shitty disposables couldn't handle his beard, and his father had taught him at a young age how to shave with the straight razor. You won't always have electric laying around, and besides, it's a hell of a weapon if you ever need to shove it in your boot. He could still remember staring up at his father, there in the safe, warm comfort of his parent's bathroom back at home, surprised to hear that but nodding as if he completely understood.
Now he did. All the little things he couldn't go back and thank his father for.
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Those shitty disposables couldn't handle his beard, and his father had taught him at a young age how to shave with the straight razor. You won't always have electric laying around, and besides, it's a hell of a weapon if you ever need to shove it in your boot. He could still remember staring up at his father, there in the safe, warm comfort of his parent's bathroom back at home, surprised to hear that but nodding as if he completely understood.
Now he did. All the little things he couldn't go back and thank his father for.