A Space Noir Odyssey : A Sci-Fi Gunslinger LitRPG by O.C. Saar

Author:O.C. Saar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23: Feeling Funky Fresh

""This is such fucking bullshit,” I muttered as I furiously scrubbed myself clean.

“I did want to ask, Sir,” Hob said, “I don’t mean to sound accusatory, but you haven’t exactly been in a hurry despite Aren being captured. Is that the wisest course of action?”

I stood up from the bath and patted myself dry with a towel with a grunt. “Weirdly enough, Hob, it is. My lack of visible hurry is precisely because we are on a timer.” I looked at the door. Seems like it had a small slot at the bottom, through which a tray with fresh clothes had been passed. “If I acted like I was in a hurry, people would catch on that I didn’t have time to waste and would use it against us. The currency exchange guy would have driven a much harder bargain. If Shal had any people observing that area, he would know I can’t afford any delays, putting us at a disadvantage in the upcoming negotiations.”

I examined the clothes. They had given me a stylish black and gold button-up shirt and an elegant pair of black synthwool trousers. Not bad. I put them on, and they fit perfectly. The fabric was more luxurious than I had expected. My brown leather shoes and my leather belt with the [Rail-Revolver] holstered in it survived my scuffle with the Lava Pangolin intact, so I removed them from the pile of rags that were once my clothes and put them on as Hob hummed to himself thoughtfully.

I looked at myself in a full-length mirror next to the bathtub, and I had to admit, Zuri’s sense of style was as impeccable as ever. If not for my half-singed hair and scruffy beard, I would have looked halfway respectable. Guess it was time I got that sorted out, too.

I went to the bell and rang it, sitting in the barber’s chair. A moment later, a man who looked like he belonged in the leading role of a corny romance movie walked in. The man had luxurious, long blonde hair, and the way his clothes clung to him, I could tell he had a perfectly sculpted body.

“I… Am Fabio.” He said in a breathy, husky voice. Now, I don’t swing that way, but I’m not ashamed to admit that I questioned some fundamental things about myself at that moment.

I cleared my throat and nodded at him. “Razel, nice to meet you.”

He looked at me up and down with a critical eye. “You, my little songbird, are in dire need of assistance. And Fabio is nothing if not helpful.” He said, walking all around me, grabbing his chin in thought as he examined the mess that was my hair.

Suddenly, he stopped right behind me, pulled out a comb and a pair of scissors from his belt, and started cutting my hair like a madman. I closed my eyes, tried to endure, and hoped he didn’t poke an eye out. Fabio’s passionate, wild dance of hair-cutting came to a sudden stop as I heard the wooshing sound of him flourishing his long jacket.

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