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writetomyheart2022-10-23 04:05 pm
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[Team Three] Showtime
In which Riddle gets ambushed by Rook and Vil on the finer points of makeup. Twisted Wonderland, G, 350 words.
"This is absurd! I already have a skincare routine," Riddle snapped, pushing Vil's hands away from his face. He was seated on a footstool in the Pomefiore dorm as Vil fussed over an invisible speck of dust on his face. He didn't enjoy being treated like an interesting biological specimen one bit. He got more than enough of that from members of a certain aquatic dorm.
"Of course you have a skincare routine," Vil agreed. "Anyone can see that, and undoubtedly you follow it every morning and evening exactly as written. Even members of my dorm would do well to emulate your diligence."
"If we're agreed, then I don't see why we are having this conversation. If you'll excuse me, I need to see to the botanical garden."
"Non, non! You do not understand!" Rook exclaimed, appearing seemingly out of nowhere to press Riddle back into the footstool.
Riddle's fingers twitched, itching for his magical pen. If Rook were a member of Heartslabyul, he certainly would have lost his head for such a grievous offense. It was only through a deep sense of propriety that Riddle restrained himself. "Unhand me at once," he demanded, glaring in Rook's direction.
Vil raised a perfectly manicured finger. "Rook does have a point, as you would know if you had allowed me to finish. Your skincare routine, while perfectly satisfactory for everyday purposes, is utterly insufficient for the coming month. While heavy stage makeup heightens the effect for our guests, it is harder on the skin than the usual makeup we wear everyday, and on top of that, Heartslabyul will be rolling around in the dirt for days on end for your graveyard effect. If you do not wish to suffer the consequences, then it is imperative that you improve your routine now, or it will be too late. Rook!"
With a dramatic flourish that made Riddle want to roll his eyes, Rook presented an ornate makeup case to Vil, who set it on the counter and flipped the latches.
Riddle sighed and sank back into his seat. Sometimes, the fastest way out was through.
Wolfodder is up next.
"This is absurd! I already have a skincare routine," Riddle snapped, pushing Vil's hands away from his face. He was seated on a footstool in the Pomefiore dorm as Vil fussed over an invisible speck of dust on his face. He didn't enjoy being treated like an interesting biological specimen one bit. He got more than enough of that from members of a certain aquatic dorm.
"Of course you have a skincare routine," Vil agreed. "Anyone can see that, and undoubtedly you follow it every morning and evening exactly as written. Even members of my dorm would do well to emulate your diligence."
"If we're agreed, then I don't see why we are having this conversation. If you'll excuse me, I need to see to the botanical garden."
"Non, non! You do not understand!" Rook exclaimed, appearing seemingly out of nowhere to press Riddle back into the footstool.
Riddle's fingers twitched, itching for his magical pen. If Rook were a member of Heartslabyul, he certainly would have lost his head for such a grievous offense. It was only through a deep sense of propriety that Riddle restrained himself. "Unhand me at once," he demanded, glaring in Rook's direction.
Vil raised a perfectly manicured finger. "Rook does have a point, as you would know if you had allowed me to finish. Your skincare routine, while perfectly satisfactory for everyday purposes, is utterly insufficient for the coming month. While heavy stage makeup heightens the effect for our guests, it is harder on the skin than the usual makeup we wear everyday, and on top of that, Heartslabyul will be rolling around in the dirt for days on end for your graveyard effect. If you do not wish to suffer the consequences, then it is imperative that you improve your routine now, or it will be too late. Rook!"
With a dramatic flourish that made Riddle want to roll his eyes, Rook presented an ornate makeup case to Vil, who set it on the counter and flipped the latches.
Riddle sighed and sank back into his seat. Sometimes, the fastest way out was through.
Wolfodder is up next.