«Pardon me, do you happen to be divorcedcivillian?» A bald, well dressed individual approaches them.
This stranger is Will Wood’s Solar Panel, the creator of Antifolicalism.
He politely offers his hand to divorced to shake. «I’m Solar Panel, but you may call me Solar or Mr. Calculator.»
(up to you whether a tick is intended to be planted or not. look under #hatwillwood or #evilsimon on my blog for more info on that)
-Will Wood’s Solar Panel
...Goodness. What a- bald scalp.
How can this be? How can people even live like this? Do their heads not get sunburnt? Dear lord...
Um. Yes, that is me. I have heard of your party, and trust me, I do not know what you intend to drag me into, but I would rather swallow my own eyes than work with- balds. What does such a boiled egg want from a man like me, anyways?
«Well, I’ll tell you that I’m not here to recruit you, that’s for sure.» Solar mumbles the last part, pulling his hand away.
«I actually wanted to see if you could help me. See, I’m searching for a friend of mine, and I’ve been told you may have an idea of his location.»
«Eyebrows. I’m sure you’ve noticed his absence.»
Solar reads divorcedcivillian’s expression for a moment.
«Do I have your trust, or shall I gain it through providing compensation?» He gets straight to the point.
Hm. Bald person + bald person equals trouble for us haired ones, I bet. Though I feel like a lie would be detected very quickly. This thinking under my breath oughts to bring me trouble one of these days.
"Unfortunately, I have no idea where Eyebrows is right now. Not that I care anymore, of course. I am no friend of the egg headed, and Eyebrows made his decision some time ago. he probably exiled himself. To France or some other weird ass place no one would ever dare enter."
Just like ex husband number four, leaving cowardly and without a trace. At least no bank accounts were split this time.
"Though I do know where he lives, at least, yet I doubt he's there, after all the incidents in Will War 1. He lives in a house."
Solar sighs. «Yeah, I know where he lives. Not a sign. I appreciate your help, anyways.»
«I suppose I ought to search for him myself. Pretty sure he hates my guts, though, so as long as he’s not avoiding me.»
Solars eyes gaze around the street. «Bastard.» He mumbles and kicks his heel into the dirt beneath his feet, careful not to hit Divorced with any specks.
"Yeah, well, such is life. I do have his tWillter but I am blocked as hell, so. Why are you looking for him, anyways? Bald schemes?"
This is indeed suspicious. We're in the middle of political tensions and last time people began plotting things ended up in assassinations. One would be nice but what if it ended with my own death. Hm.
"I know you're a leader of those anti-hairist or whatever the name is now. People like you are why I wear my hats. One of my exhusbands lost his hair by a baldist. One razor strike and bam. You looking for more soldiers?"
