"Dei, macha," Sureish stormed into Mike's hostel room.
Mike was sprawled on his bed watching Freddy vs Jason on his computer.
"I got a hot date tonite, da," Sureish said. "Lend me your shaving blade."
Mike reached over to his bedside shelf and plucked the razor from the plastic Colgate cup. He was just glad he wasn't being invited to be Sureish's sidekick tonight. Spend the evening with Freddy and Jason or with his college senior? It's a no-brainer.
"Thanks da," Sureish said, grabbing the razor and storming out of the room with the same urgency when he stormed in.
Only after the lanky figure had left did Mike question the rationality of his actions.
Mike bought a new bottle of Palmolive shower gel every six weeks. He changed his toothbrush every six months. But he'd used the same razor since he was 14. And despite the many times the razor had gashed it's owner's handsome face, it was Mike's prized possession.
He cleaned it in boiling water and changed the Topaz blade everyday. And in return, it helped maintain his 'clean and decent boy' image... Maybe trusting Sureish with it wasn't a smart move.
Half an hour later, as Jason and Freddy were plunging blades into each other, Sureish showed up with Mike's razor.
He wore a black embroidered shirt and silver jeans. His shoulder length hair was slicked back and he wore a gold chain around his neck. But what caught Mike's attention the most was that Sureish's goatee was exactly as it was a half hour earlier.
"Uh, senior," Mike said, not really sure how to ask the question. "You didn't shave, ah?"
"Got," Sureish said, adjusting his huge belt buckle. "I shave clean already,"
Time for Mike to get a new razor.
