youbeautifulidiot | Inbox for Heckin' Game

[Oh sick, she's gonna love this season, she can tell. She doesn't seem as confident about his request, though.]

Yyyyeah, it was already up when I changed, so, uh...

[She pouts a little, but reaches up and very gingerly stretches the elastic holding her ponytail. She's just... gotta get it around all these curls without getting them snagged oh my god she doesn't want to do that she already got it caught on her jacket walking up here and it HURT when it YANKED—]

...Saaay, how do you feel about being reeeally really careful with some scissors?

Oh my god, you are such a hair noob.

[Says Veneer, with his short and much more manageable hair. But it's fine, he feels like he's dealt with hair and fur long enough that he thinks he can do this without bringing scissors into the equation. Getting up on his knees, he takes a look at the elastic and very carefully starts to undo it. He uses a claw if he has to to work out any tangles and does his best not to yank too much, but...damn, girl, these curls.

But he does manage to successfully get it out, and he just GASPS at the sight that is all of Velvet's cascading locks.]

Oooohhhh!! I have to take a picture, you need to see this. You're like some sort of...stunning neon green waterfall.

[Before she can even say anything, she might hear the telltale click.]

[Velvet doesn't spare any whining if Veneer's claws tug a little too hard, but to her credit, she's patient enough with him. She always has been— getting ready was never quite so painful before, but Velvet has always known her brother's vision meant something spectacular for them both. She doesn't have to be happy about it, but she can make herself wait.

The prospect of compliments seems to excite her, though, and when she's heard that click she spins around to try and take the phone from Veneer.]

Let me have it— let me see!

[But once she gets a hold of it— and a sight of herself— Velvet lets out the happiest little croon. Whether or not Veneer's noticed he purrs when happy, he can probably hear Velvet reacting to herself quite easily.

And who could blame her? What she sees is pretty. It's pretty made from herself, and it's pretty that's all hers. Pretty that she can see with her eyes, and the popular kind of pretty, the kind of pretty that no one else could deny— or that no one with a brain would believe if anyone did try to deny it.

Is it really wrong to fall a little in love with yourself?]

Oh no, just take my phone, it's fine. I was gonna send it to you.

[But.......he can't deny it made her happy. He can hear it, and if he didn't want to risk having his phone cracked with those claws of hers, he'd tease her about it. So he'll let her have her little moment, turning on the TV in the meantime so they can watch their trashy reality TV and have some wholesome sibling bonding.

When he feels like she's stared at herself long enough and her ego has gorged itself, he takes the mass that is her hair in one hand and then runs his oh so soft brush down it with the other.

Then he awaits her reaction.]

[It's probably a bit weird, too— normally she'd just gush over art of herself or their very first promotional posters— until the high of it all wore down and she didn't see those images as perfect enough anymore— but this time she's just. Quietly thrilled about it, like it's real.

She is shaken from her reenactment of Narcissus when she is brushed, and Vel's entire body seems to relax.]

Whaaat. That's weird.

[It's not like brushes didn't exist where they come from, but obviously they worked much different ont he hair of a Rageon. In fact—]

Is this what being a troll feels like?

[As soon as it's left her mouth, though, she grimaces. No, no, she doesn't want to think of herself as being anything like a troll—]

[As if reading her mind:]

I try not to think about that.

[Although Veneer knows they did the trolls dirty, he does NOT need his punishment to come in the form as some sort of...troll-related karma. He is perfectly happy being close enough as a giant mink, he does not need the full troll experience.

But he's glad he didn't fry Velvet's brain or something, he knows very well it's a new sensation. Girl's gonna LOSE IT when they go to the spa again. For now, he'll just continue brushing like normal now that he got his introductory stroke in.]

You'll have to do your tail, it's too close to your butt for me to deal with.

Ugh, I don't want you anywhere near my butt. Especially not after some of the posters I've seen in hell.

[With complete seriousness and sincerity and again just a little bit delusional:]

I'm so glad we have healthy boundaries.

[

well they're not inappropriate with each other, at least.

Anyway, Velvet is quick to take her fluffy tail into her lap, the cord-bracelet tail unwrapping itself from the fluffier tail so that she can run her fingers through it and look for any tangles.]

[Yeah, he's...not going to touch that one. He doesn't need to draw out Velvet's ire again.

Although that vaguely creepy thing she said gets his interest for completely different reasons.]

What's Hell like, anyway? [You know, now that he'll HAVE to go down there.] I always imagine it's, like, the worst place ever, but soo many people keep brushing it off like it's totally normal.

[Has he perhaps overreacted this whole time? Is Hell just a place????]

Oh, do you remember when we were total trash normies with shitty jobs back under the cloudline?

It's like that, except more bergen-y, and just... full of freaks.

[She wiggles her fingers as though that somehow conveys the fullness level of aforementioned freaks.]

Like, so many. Can't go a block without seeing something that makes you just go— euuuugh.

EW— wait.

[His ears fold back in disgust and he was all set to wail about how he was RIGHT this whole time and how DARE Velvet go down there where it isn't safe, but...she didn't really...mention anything unsafe.]

So...Hell is just full of ugly people?

Ugly, gross... well they're not all ugly.

[but seriously how many times can they bring up their new boss in one conversation,]

I mean, they're pretty much all like the guys on this show, anyway.

Just a bunch of desperate losers.

[The camera zooms in very slowly on Velvet—]

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