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[youbeautifulidiot]

[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??!

[outrageon]

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

It's magic, or whatever!

[youbeautifulidiot]

Did it hurt...?

[outrageon]

[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.

[youbeautifulidiot]

A thing?? A thing for what?

[outrageon]

[SIGH.]

Remember when I said I had everything handled?

[youbeautifulidiot]

Yeeeeeaaaaaah?

[outrageon]

Isignedacontracttogetmytalentback.

[youbeautifulidiot]

Come again?

[outrageon]

[SIGH]

I signed a contract to get my talent back!

[youbeautifulidiot]

[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?

[outrageon]

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!

[youbeautifulidiot]

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.

[outrageon]

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.

[youbeautifulidiot]

[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!

[outrageon]

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.

[youbeautifulidiot]

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!

[outrageon]

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.

[youbeautifulidiot]

[.......hilariously enough, Angel never gave him a name. Still, Angel said contract bad, and even if this is his agent... Well, maybe if he acts disgusted enough, he can make Velvet hate it all on her own.]

Never heard of him, sounds like a poser name.

[outrageon]

Ugh, I know. But everyone knows Angel Dust's name, okay?

And once I'm done with Valentino, they're all gonna know mine.

[youbeautifulidiot]

[Oh.

His heart drops.

As does his act.]



...just yours?

[outrageon]

[Well, that seems to snap her out of it.]

Huh?

No! Of course not.

But only one of us has to make a deal, right? All we really need is a publicist.

If he works for me, he works for you.

[youbeautifulidiot]

[It's...hard, for the first time, he's...not sure if he believes her. But he pushes those feelings of doubt to the side for a second, he can question her motives later.]

But he doesn't work for you. You work for him. You're the one who signed the thing, you're the one who got changed.

[outrageon]

But my job is being a popstar.

His job is making me a pop star. Again.

[She seems a bit more confident about this one, at least.]

That's how it works! A deal goes both ways.

[youbeautifulidiot]

Well....what did you even have to trade for this deal? How much money are we losing now because of you?