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On weekdays, they took separate showers now, because shower together proved to be a bad idea... well, bad for business anyway.
Chris was an old-fashioned guy, even his toiletry items reflected that - just a handful of basic tools that seemed somewhat outdated, especially compared to Piers' various electronic tooth-cleaning "thingamabobs" (Piers: "Thingamabobs?"). He trimmed his beard with a pair of scissors while it was Piers' turn to use the shower. The sniper's electric razor was charging silently in the corner, till today, Chris still looked at it as some sort of abomination. He had a set of his father's old school shaving gear at idle, straight razor and the sort. Piers used to make fun of those antique tools, but he started to grew fond of them after Chris worked the magic once.

*"Sit very still," Chris brushed a generous amount of lather over Piers' face and neck.
"You're the one with the razor," Piers smiled a bit, and held his breath.
Sharp blade shaved through the silky cream, leaving a trail of soft smooth skin. Chris making such a delicate manure was indeed a rare sight, Piers immediately decided this should be a regular thing.
"We should have done this a lot more earlier, captain," he felt his clean shaven skin with his finger tips.
"I told you this was better than your electronic ones," a cocky grin on his face, Chris wiped the extra foam off his lover's face and turned towards the the basin. Piers stopped his action, took the razor from his hand and placed it on the counter.
"We can clean this later," he cradled the captain's jaw, showing his gratitude with a passionate kiss. His lips still tasted like shaving cream, but Chris didn't mind at all.*

"Have you been staring at the handsome fella in the mirror the whole time?" Piers came out of the shower, teasing him.
"I'll stop now that I have something else to stare at," Chris gave him a once over. Piers threw his towel into the laundry basket and joined Chris in front of the mirror.
Their morning routine was marked with military efficiency with occasional jokes.
"What time is it now?" Piers rubbed a drop of hair wax in his palms, giving his hair a final touch, "are we going to be late?"
"Not if we eat our breakfast in the car," Chris put everything they used back in place, another habit formed in military, "let's roll."

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Here is the 2nd picture of the series, so glad I'm going well with it~ Hope you guys enjoy~

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All modifications by me.

© Capcom Co., Ltd.

Workflow: XPS + Blender via Cycles + CS6

Description
On weekdays, they took separate showers now, because shower together proved to be a bad idea... well, bad for business anyway.
Chris was an old-fashioned guy, even his toiletry items reflected that - just a handful of basic tools that seemed somewhat outdated, especially compared to Piers' various electronic tooth-cleaning "thingamabobs" (Piers: "Thingamabobs?"). He trimmed his beard with a pair of scissors while it was Piers' turn to use the shower. The sniper's electric razor was charging silently in the corner, till today, Chris still looked at it as some sort of abomination. He had a set of his father's old school shaving gear at idle, straight razor and the sort. Piers used to make fun of those antique tools, but he started to grew fond of them after Chris worked the magic once.

*"Sit very still," Chris brushed a generous amount of lather over Piers' face and neck.
"You're the one with the razor," Piers smiled a bit, and held his breath.
Sharp blade shaved through the silky cream, leaving a trail of soft smooth skin. Chris making such a delicate manure was indeed a rare sight, Piers immediately decided this should be a regular thing.
"We should have done this a lot more earlier, captain," he felt his clean shaven skin with his finger tips.
"I told you this was better than your electronic ones," a cocky grin on his face, Chris wiped the extra foam off his lover's face and turned towards the the basin. Piers stopped his action, took the razor from his hand and placed it on the counter.
"We can clean this later," he cradled the captain's jaw, showing his gratitude with a passionate kiss. His lips still tasted like shaving cream, but Chris didn't mind at all.*

"Have you been staring at the handsome fella in the mirror the whole time?" Piers came out of the shower, teasing him.
"I'll stop now that I have something else to stare at," Chris gave him a once over. Piers threw his towel into the laundry basket and joined Chris in front of the mirror.
Their morning routine was marked with military efficiency with occasional jokes.
"What time is it now?" Piers rubbed a drop of hair wax in his palms, giving his hair a final touch, "are we going to be late?"
"Not if we eat our breakfast in the car," Chris put everything they used back in place, another habit formed in military, "let's roll."

Short story by

Prev: Next:

====================================================================================

Here is the 2nd picture of the series, so glad I'm going well with it~ Hope you guys enjoy~

====================================================================================

Credits:

All modifications by me.

© Capcom Co., Ltd.

Workflow: XPS + Blender via Cycles + CS6