His hair is about as red as Axel's, by the time they meet up again. The entire building is dark and quiet, apart from the occasional crackling of sparks from damaged wiring that's being sprinkled by the few fire-alarm sprinklers that are still in working order.
Yrael laughs, catching sight of his reflection in a shard of mirrored glass still in its frame (but only barely; the lab tech that had gone through the floor-to-ceiling window had flailed a lot). Running his fingers up through his sticky red hair, leaving it in rather crazy spikes, he grins at Axel. "Now I'm you after a hair-cut."
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Date: 2010-03-10 02:18 am (UTC)From:It's all a blur of very fine red mist.
His hair is about as red as Axel's, by the time they meet up again. The entire building is dark and quiet, apart from the occasional crackling of sparks from damaged wiring that's being sprinkled by the few fire-alarm sprinklers that are still in working order.
Yrael laughs, catching sight of his reflection in a shard of mirrored glass still in its frame (but only barely; the lab tech that had gone through the floor-to-ceiling window had flailed a lot). Running his fingers up through his sticky red hair, leaving it in rather crazy spikes, he grins at Axel. "Now I'm you after a hair-cut."