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[razthepsynaut.livejournal.com]

Characters: Raz; Open.
Content: Kersplat.
Location: Various parts of Deck 2 and 3.
Time of day: Afternoon.
Warnings: Flashbacks to the great Shaving Cream War of '64.

The halls were quiet. TOO quiet.

Those who wandered about today would get the feeling that they're being... watched. Carefully, intensely. Like a hunter stalks his prey. You might look around, trying to find the source. Or maybe you continue on your way, nervously trying to ignore that uncomfortable feeling. But it never leaves.

And then, when you least expect it -- when you stop once more to try to get your bearings, or to open the door, he strikes! From the ceiling, a strange, big-headed creature leaps down, and too late you realize the lack of caution you exercised!

And the last thing any victim smells... is strawberries.

...of course, then the next thing you hear is Raz laughing his ass off as you wipe the shaving cream off your face, but we can do something about THAT, can't we?

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[best_day_ever]

"Hey!" Phineas wiped as much of the shaving creme off as he could, staring at it in interest once he could see.

"Oh, it's this stuff." He looked in the direction he was pretty certain it came from and finally spotted Raz. "Cool, you figured out something we can do with all of this! It might have helped to say something about it first, though."

Yup. Very little can break this kid's positive attitude...

[razthepsynaut.livejournal.com]

Uh.

"Aren't you... gonna try to throw it back at me, or declare your desire to break every bone in my body or something?" he asks, scratching his head. This cheerfully scientific interest is... a bit baffling.

[best_day_ever]

"Sure!" Apparently he's not referring to breaking every bone in Raz's body, since he immediately tosses a handful in his direction.

[razthepsynaut.livejournal.com]

This is definitely the preferred reaction, yes. If you're going to be stuck with a ridiculous amount of shaving cream at an age you can't actually use it at, you might as well find alternative uses. Like shaving cream fights.

Raz gets paffed; grinning, he takes another handful from his little pail and lobs it back. One, two, three, four, he declares a foam war!