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Scrape. Scrape. Swish.
Scrape. Scrape.
The feel of the razor travelling over his flesh was soothing and arousing at the same time. It gave him a subtle sense of satisfaction, knowing he was preparing for something special. It spoke of his commitment and dedication; it was a silent testimony to his intelligence. The calm ritual underscored the length of time he had been doing this. He wouldn't let himself be caught by something as simple as a stray hair.
The shave didn't take long; his scalp held only stubble. It was no longer strange to see his bald reflection in the mirror or the faint lines where his eyebrows used to be. Careful application of eyebrow makeup took care of those during his 'normal' every day activities.
A final swish of the water and a rub of his hand over his scalp testified to the efficiency of his actions. Dropping the towel from around his waist, he picked up the store-brand shaving gel and applied it liberally to the short stubble at his groin. He ignored the eagerness for a less clinical touch emanating from his body as he began to run the blade through the fluffy white cloud of foam. It would soon be time to go hunting—then he would be able to satisfy all of his urges.
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.