youbeautifulidiot | Inbox for Heckin' Game

[She doesn't have a lie prepared for this. She doesn't have an excuse, or a diversion. And yet, she still tries.]

It's not bad. I just know you're going to have something to say.

[Everyone is. Everyone's going to have something to say and she hates it.

Still, she kind of starts lowering her fingers... Even though she keeps her face turned away so that he still wouldn't be able to see.]

Okay, so if it's not bad, then don't you think I'd have something good to say...? Like, yaaay Velvet and her...mouth thing!

[He's only her number one hype man! Still, he can't imagine something discolored in her mouth is anything to get excited about...?]

Besides, you're gonna have to show me eventually. You can't seriously expect to NOT LOOK AT ANYONE for the rest of...forever, do you?!

[Petulantly:]

I could do it.

[UGH!! She's so....UGGGHHH!! He bristles!!]

VEL!!

UGH!

[Fine! She drops her hands— and there it is, a shining golden fang. Just the one.

It looks like Angel's.

It looks like Valentino's.]

[...gold?

Veneer squints, like he doesn't believe what he's seeing. He almost wishes it was an infection, because at least they can heal that. This is just...no, he refuses. He's going to give into his denial.]

Whaaaaaat? Did you cover your tooth or something? What IS that? Take it off.

I— can't, okay? I can't! It's there!

I can't take it off!

[gasp]

No. That's not the whole tooth, is it?! You ripped out your cute lil fang?! Why... Why would you do that?! HOW did you do that? You had a WHOLE medical procedure without me knowing??!

There's— there's no procedure, Veneer, we're in hell! Or— heaven and hell!

It's magic, or whatever!

Did it hurt...?

[Veneer's concern only seems to make her pout harder— really, now, she feels guilty.]

No... It's fine.

I just— I didn't know it was gonna be a thing.

A thing?? A thing for what?

[SIGH.]

Remember when I said I had everything handled?

Yeeeeeaaaaaah?

Isignedacontracttogetmytalentback.

Come again?

[SIGH]

I signed a contract to get my talent back!

[That's what he was afraid she said. Veneer's fur bristles again, but this time for an entirely different reason. It's like he had a very visible shiver that traveled throughout his whole body.]

Sis, no!! Why would you- I mean, I know why you would- But still! Angel made a whole spiel on how you SHOULDN'T be doing that!

But...why would that change your tooth?

I wouldn't!

[She snaps!]

It's a part of the whole deal, okay? Ugh, I would have made him change it if I knew!

Like, what, you can't have a— cool choker or an ID card or something? Jeez!

ID card...?

[Wait for it... Wait for it... DING! Veneer finds himself gasping yet again.]

He branded you?! Oh my god, he totally branded you! Velvet, listen to me, you HAVE to cancel this contract...somehow!! Who even IS he- Doesn't matter, he already sounds like a creep.

Ugh— I knew you were gonna over-react.

[She huffs and turns around, trying to walk off to do something else. What else? She's not sure, but she'll figure something out to distract herself.]

I'm not cancelling it!

I need this deal, and I'm going to use it to get back to the top. Where we're both supposed to be.

[Veneer taps his fingers together as he watches her walk away, ears folded down as he tries to figure out his next move. His heart wants to just let her go, he should've figured she wouldn't listen, so why even bother? If he pushes Velvet, all she does is push back harder. Wouldn't it be SO much easier to let it go? Watch trash TV? Eat snacks? Be able to sleep at night?

But......he really did like it when Greed called him smart...]

I...don't think I'm overreacting, actually!

Uh, okay? Well, you are.

[She doesn't even look back at him, fussing with whatever makeup she's left on the counter.]

I made a contract with a professional. It's fine.

Oh yeah... Well! If he's so professional, then who even is he?!

[And what kind of professional brands their clients?!]

Y'know...we're professional, too! ...sorta. We never signed contracts before!

Yeah, and we were never in magic hell before either, now, were we?

[Sigh. Well, she doesn't know what Angel told Veneer, so she can very casually say;]

He's a big director from another Hell. Angel's agent, or whatever.

Valentino.

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