Very smooth! Like peanut butter and marshmallow fluff! Good old fluffernutter days...
It was out of Alastor's swinging moods that Vox opted not to teleport himself into the room. Instead he stepped out of the elevator and immediately dismissed a pair of holographic screens containing a few memos that demanded his attention right that fucking second. Spoilers: They're rarely important. Needy assholes.
"Good moooorning, sunshine! You sleeping in...? Tut tut~" It'd been quiet in the tower. That warranted a tease, especially in the wake of how he'd been. It was just as fun for him to get a rise out of the deer as the joy the deer took getting a rise out of him. May as well get the first swing!
"There's always breakfast in bed, huh? Feel the breeze through the swamp? I can scramble eggs- I've made three whole plates of the stuff without scorching them...!" He stepped into the middle of the living room, paused, and looked around.
Not a pop of static. No grumbles?
"...I'm thinking omelets! It'll be the first time, though. Where's your fire extinguisher again?? Ahh, I'll play it by ear..." He paused again. Blinked.
"...The fuck?" The amusement fell from his face, and a hand flew to the back of his neck to rub.
He didn't even need to practically ransack the place. Even with no returning signal, he wasn't sensing any receivers outside of the ones he had placed in the building. Weird that he'd just... step out, then. Wasn't this whole arrangement to keep him and the kid safe? He was a tough guy, though, so he should be okay--
His eyes fell on an envelope placed very deliberately. He didn't recognize the wax seal when he stepped over, picked it up. Turned it over. Thought nothing about opening it and seeing what was... was...
...this was addressed to him??
He read it once. Twice.
Alastor was unaccounted for, and Rosie was inviting him over. Alastor was unaccounted for, and Rosie was inviting him over.
Vox's breaths shortened, and he felt his chest tighten. "...Fuck... oh, fuck... ohfuck-"
His screen glitched, refreshed. Glitched again.
No. No, no, no. No. This was- no, Rosie wasn't stupid. There was hiding the pregnancy from Hell, but if there was a solitary immortal soul that was on a very real and SHORT timer of when- not if- their scheme would be sniffed out, it was by Overlord Rosie.
Panic. Panic. Pan--
Vox took a deep breath in, held it... then released it. Once more, in... and out, a few stray sparks flying from his mouth. In one last time...
Out as a snarl. His fingers clutching the envelope and letter tightened, curled, and the rush of electricity through his body incinerated the paper, burned the wax.
"You should've left w̰ͯͥe͛̇lͮ͑l̈́ͧ en̷̛̙o̯͋u͇̅ͦgh al̟on̢̑̔e͎̪.̗̄.͎̣.ͬ"
Another breath in, and he raised a palm to chest level, conjured a holographic panel. Made the connection. Within two rings, a shark-possessor's face revealed itself.
"S-sir?" He answered.
"Ethan!" Vox was all smiles, one corner of his mouth pulled higher. "Good morning! Gonna be a little busy on the 14th, so everything on that day needs to be pushed out to clear it."
"In... cluding the last appointments that were pushed to that day?"
"Ethan."
"Of course, Sir! Clearing them! Um, 14th is all yours. Would you like anything else?"
"Pot of coffee. Jet fuel." And he ended the call, just to whirl on a heel and all but storm back toward the elevator.
One more call... 'appropriate attire', huh...?
"Velvette." No chipperness. No false niceties. "...Got a big favor to ask."
The days that Alastor was worn out were the peaceful ones - despite other Overlords' jabs at them, the Vees were busy. Yesterday she'd spent with Alastor getting measurements and getting ready to make adjustments in advance - so not hearing from him after a day of him sitting in her studio and laughing along with her as she prepped a show seemed normal.
Really, the call from Vox was the weird thing - especially the tone he started with. He knew she was busy right now with an event rolling up soon. The lack of niceties was what kept her from biting at him for interrupting her schedule.
"Huh. What is it?" she asked instead, holding a clothespin in between her teeth as she kept adjusting the dress she was designing on Melissa.
"I got invited to a meeting and was asked to 'dress appropriately'," he explained as he slipped into the open elevator.
"And while my wardrobe is always camera-ready, I need to look like I'm ready for war. Or... 'serve cunt', or something." He yanked the bars closed. The fact that he didn't have time to be smarmy and let the terminology sink in spoke volumes.
"Yyyyeah, you're too geriatric to say serving cunt, and you only get close to serving cunt because I dress you," Velvette clicked her tongue. The lack of banter or pleasantries, though - she knew it was a sign as clear as someone actually typing with punctuation in text.
"ALRIGHT! Everyone fuck off for an hour-- lunch break!" she shouted, snapping loudly at the models in her studio. They gave her a gobsmacked look as their clothes all swiped back to their own outfits, but didn't dare stick around and get screamed at further. Waiting for the few seconds for the place to clear out, Velvette peeked back down at the phone.
"Going to war, eh. Who's starting shit with us? You rounding up Val, too?"
He was rather relieved to get a little added privacy. The fewer ears that knew of this, the better. Can't blow everything now just because someone decided to take a shot.
But now was the tricky part: Dodging particular questions but not arising too much suspicion. "Were it entirely up to me, I'd go in loud. But I'm going up against the cannibal overlord."
"Alone? The fuck, no you're not! A bitch messes with one of us, she messes with all of us-- that old sack of dusty bones doesn't get to dictate shit!"
Velvette soundly rejected it - Vox sounded apprehensive, but he'd never been scared outside of a joke or two about getting eaten when it came to the cannibal overlord.
"We'll roll in together. Fuck whatever tea date she set up, consider us your plus twos."
This warranted a high five. Hell, he felt a warm and fuzzy sense of pride with how angry Velvette felt, and he knew the Vees weren't a trio of fuckers to be fucked with.
But it wasn't about the Vees, or their pride.
"Thank you... but I'm afraid the situation's too complicated for that. I think she knows about the kid."
His scowl deepened into a sneer. "But if she thinks she can use that to hustle me, she fucked with the wrong guy. So I need to show up in a manner that matches the way I feel, against an overlord that seems to continually defy fucking everything about this place."
"What? How? The bitch doesn't keep in touch with fucking anyone - there's not been a cannibal within a mile of the place, and there's no peep from even the most tinfoil-amygdala'd fuckers here about where you-know-who is. How the fuck would she have caught on already?"
Tucking her phone against her shoulder, she started sifting through fabric swatches - if he needed a serious look, he'd get one. Deep, dark navy, almost black. Cut with reds. Sharp, sharp edges. No pinstripes - we're beyond that.
"What's Alastor think of this? She's supposedly his chum or some shit, right? Those two annoying fucks are always gabbing and sittin' together at the Overlord meetings, aren't they?"
"Well, you've seen him just the other day- guy's a fucking twig, so he's not really able to hide much of anything, especially not in the stage he's in now... and I've outright banned him from using those fucking corsets, unless he's using them behind my back."
He stepped out of the elevator and proceeded down the hall to his office. God, he needed that coffee so he could think, so he could plan a bit...
"And, I couldn't... find him... this morning. No signal, no nothing. Instead I receive a god-damned invitation to lunch for the 14th and am told to come alone. Overlord Ball-Busting Bullshit 101. Gotta say, it's been a while since someone tried something like that on me."
"Wha-- are you saying she got in here and abducted Alastor? The fuck? We would've noticed something - especially you, what with all of the security cameras!"
Which would've been true enough, usually - but Rosie wouldn't need to arrive in person at all if a few letters emerged from the shadows, and Alastor left of his own volition the same way.
"Wait. If they're chummy, do y'think he's rethought being here and gone to hide out with the other cannibals instead of his ex? That's kinda fucked up, he said you're staying in the loop, but--"
Though something in his chest twisted, he shook his head to clear it and continued his march. Keep a stiff upper lip. "If that's what he wants, he can tell me himself! But the fact of the matter is, Alastor is missing and Rosie suddenly wants to talk to me. I've got time to come up with a plan."
Don't tell me that. Please don't tell me that. Was the living space no good after all? Was I too annoying? ...Did I work too much...?
"I've got plenty of time to plan. I just... need time to think...!"
"Yeah, tomorrow is the fourteenth - hurry your ass in here so I can dress you for it, then I'll get something for Val and I. We might not go in but you bet your arse we're going to be in spittin' distance. If this is some bullshit trap, you're not walking into it alone."
It's not even a question! Just as much as it wasn't even a question that there wasn't a buried hatchet here - she likes Vee, but damn it, he really does just turn off his brain when it came to that fucking deer.
"If you started getting a 'dad bod' already I'm going to kick your fat arse--"
Fuck. FUCK. A little more than 24 hours- no. No, he's come up with ideas- good ones- with less. But as much as he wanted to argue that Val and Vel stay far, far away, there was a comfort in knowing he had back-up.
He just needed to put his foot down if Rosie had a problem with spittin' distance.
The bark of laughter was sudden, and he sent a message to Ethan on where the coffee was going. "My sizes are the same as they've always been, Vel- but c'mon. I'd kill it with a dad bod! Anyway, heading up now."
Ah, this outlet will do. He'll let himself reshape and make use of it to reach Velvette's level.
Without missing a beat, Velvette hung up the call and brought out the swatch of dark navy, an emoji of a pair of scissors floating from her phone to start cutting through the bolt of fabric.
"You'll look lopsided as fuck, especially from the side-- your flat fuck face already makes your side profile look exaggerated," she spoke, continuing the conversation without hesitation as she started pinning fabric and sizing it up. "Wouldn't exactly cut that menacing energy for situations like this, either."
"My side profile," he wheezed a bit. He kind of needed a little bit of a laugh right now. He had no issue with his looks, but even he had to admit there was one downfall to shots from the side.
"No, no, you've got me there..." But he sighed. He couldn't cling to that momentary touch of normalcy for too long. He'd been through enough of these appointments with Velvette that it was muscle memory on where to stand and how. No dad bod today! His dimensions had negligible variations since the last time.
"I'll pull up schematics for Cannibal Town tonight, see where you guys can cool your heels without them getting chewed on should Rosie decide not to play ball." Keep it cool. Keep it professional. Planning was what he did best.
God, he needed a drink.
"Tomorrow morning, bright and early, we can breakfast up in Meeting Room 2 and go over escape plans with Al in mind. We've always been slippery, and this little arrangement will be no different if things go south."
"Escape plans - good thing Al can turn shadow even with the kid on board, if he wants to leave we can at least make easy cover," Velvette chattered as she started wrapping the fabric around Vox, magic grabbing and holding it in place as she snagged a few pieces to test accent colors. He'd just have to wait for a bit and be slightly cocooned as the rough shape of a jacket was being blocked out and she touched and tucked and pinned the contours she wanted on Vox like a mannequin.
"Shit gets tricky if he doesn't want to leave, but you got his ass to make a Deal that you're involved, so you've got that leverage. He can't completely ditch. I swear, if he's just bitchy because he was whining about missing eating people-- ugh, he's as stupid as you are, I fucking swear."
Whoops, don't mind getting jabbed by a pin there, she's just getting the waist fitted--
He raised his arms to facilitate the movement, but his gaze was unfocused. He'd thought about teleporting, but wasn't sure how his mode of movement would affect a pregnant passenger. But his becoming shadow always seemed to go without a hitch. Briefly, an unbidden thought of this pup's going to be able to pop into shadows, aren't they? Factor that into safety measures.
"Right, yeah, the Deal..." Leverage. He had the leverage. But knowing of his circumstances now, cutting a Deal before his first death without much thought for how he'd end up, there was a twisting little something in the pit of his stomach.
You need ME to join your team...!
"Ow- hey-!" Well. At least it distracted him from a momentary funk.
"Glad I didn't go dad bod, I guess- there'd be more of me to stick those pins into..."
"Well quit breathing so fucking hard and calm down, you're gonna get more stabs and you'll make the fabric all sweaty before I even get started," Velvette scolded, pulling up her Sinterest to sort through saved buttons, swiping through and matching them to the makeshift coat as projected scissors and needles started cutting, pinning and stitching a coat together right on Vox's body. Good thing she knows your measurements top to bottom, Vee.
"For the record, this is not a suit you're allowed to wear once the brat's actually here - if you ruin what I make you by letting a baby spit up on it I'm going to make a sharkskin purse for myself," she added. It was a foregone conclusion they'd get to the bottom of this and come out with at least the assurance that they'd get the kid. "And if that shit ex of yours really is about to bail, I'll shave that fuckass bob right off his head."
"I'm calm, I'm calm," he replied breezily, then released a breath. Calm as a river. Stay locked in, stay frosty. Rosie wants you to be unnerved before you even see her. It's how she owns a big fucking chunk of the 'Gram.
Vox had time to consider spit up, but the messy hazards hadn't completely left his general know-how. Sorry, Vel, he... might... lose a vest or two down the line. Don't sharkskin him. Love you.
But the last remark caught him by surprise. With an amused snort, he only managed half an eye-roll. Yeah. Definitely love you, Velvette.
"Always wondered if getting stuck with baldies like Val and I were ever a bother, but it's... it's a marvel: He hasn't changed his hairstyle for as long as I've known him. Was he ever open to it in talks with you?"
"Oh, I told him to his face that his hair was fuckin' atrocious. He agreed - said he used to have curls, but his hair's more like fur so it doesn't act the same. Don't you worry - I'm gonna sort that bitch out once I find the right product that works," Velvette rolled her eyes, settling on some dark triangular buttons to add to the 'V' motif. Sharp, present, authoritative.
"I bet that old hag wanted you to show up in some dusty grandpa wear - that's gonna be too fucking bad, because we're not going to play by her fucking rules. I'm not putting you in Edwardian clothes."
Curls...? He remembered he'd mentioned that once or twice, but couldn't imagine what he may have looked like in his hayday. If Vel were to try something, Vox would love to see it.
"Good! We're on the same page. The color scheme over there is... too warm. The fuck's with all the dusty pink?"
"Tacky and powdery as shit, but I bet they're using old ways of dying things to keep their theme going," Velvette rolled her eyes judgmentally. "Hard to tell if they literally powder their noses or if they just look like that. It's so fuckin' embarrassing, like Hell's shitty version of Mary Poppins."
Stupid.
With a few pantomimed 'zip' motions, the folds and lapels of the jacket formed with the aid of the various sewing emoji crafting a jacket immediately as Velvette envisioned it. Once she found a shade of red that looked right, she tossed the other fabric scraps over her shoulder and pressed the fabric along the lapels to make the shape pop. Yeaaah, dark, mysterious, sharp and menacing. Good. As she ran her thumb over the fabrics, another needle emoji started sewing it all together.
"We're going in looking like one of your favorites. So if you wanted to take the shark on a walk, you'll match," Velvette snickered, low and malicious - no one could argue that Shok.wav made a huge impression.
"I know it. Sorry, babes, you couldn't afford me," she snorted, making a few extra adjustments. Hmm... red on the cuffs, too. And along the bottom. Hmmm... this one, no fuckin bowtie, even if Vox LOVES copying his dumb ex.
"You're just lucky I want to see the look on those eyeless freaks' faces when we deliberately disrespect their stupid dress code."
Hmmm... white undershirt, black vest. Deep v-cut in the vest, makes V's chest look broader and his head less jarring...
"Besides. Old dodgy bitch probably thinks she's gonna strong-arm you into a Deal - I never heard of her getting in scraps basically ever."
"Bingo. I won't be remotely shocked if she tries to screw me into something, but she's got to think I was born yesterday. We don't own about half the fucking Pentagram by being morons."
Holy shit, Vel, this is seriously coming together...! He already wanted to see what she'd come up with for their whole trio.
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It was out of Alastor's swinging moods that Vox opted not to teleport himself into the room. Instead he stepped out of the elevator and immediately dismissed a pair of holographic screens containing a few memos that demanded his attention right that fucking second. Spoilers: They're rarely important. Needy assholes.
"Good moooorning, sunshine! You sleeping in...? Tut tut~" It'd been quiet in the tower. That warranted a tease, especially in the wake of how he'd been. It was just as fun for him to get a rise out of the deer as the joy the deer took getting a rise out of him. May as well get the first swing!
"There's always breakfast in bed, huh? Feel the breeze through the swamp? I can scramble eggs- I've made three whole plates of the stuff without scorching them...!" He stepped into the middle of the living room, paused, and looked around.
Not a pop of static. No grumbles?
"...I'm thinking omelets! It'll be the first time, though. Where's your fire extinguisher again?? Ahh, I'll play it by ear..." He paused again. Blinked.
"...The fuck?" The amusement fell from his face, and a hand flew to the back of his neck to rub.
He didn't even need to practically ransack the place. Even with no returning signal, he wasn't sensing any receivers outside of the ones he had placed in the building. Weird that he'd just... step out, then. Wasn't this whole arrangement to keep him and the kid safe? He was a tough guy, though, so he should be okay--
His eyes fell on an envelope placed very deliberately. He didn't recognize the wax seal when he stepped over, picked it up. Turned it over. Thought nothing about opening it and seeing what was... was...
...this was addressed to him??
He read it once. Twice.
Alastor was unaccounted for, and Rosie was inviting him over. Alastor was unaccounted for, and Rosie was inviting him over.
Vox's breaths shortened, and he felt his chest tighten. "...Fuck... oh, fuck... ohfuck-"
His screen glitched, refreshed. Glitched again.
No. No, no, no. No. This was- no, Rosie wasn't stupid. There was hiding the pregnancy from Hell, but if there was a solitary immortal soul that was on a very real and SHORT timer of when- not if- their scheme would be sniffed out, it was by Overlord Rosie.
Panic. Panic. Pan--
Vox took a deep breath in, held it... then released it. Once more, in... and out, a few stray sparks flying from his mouth. In one last time...
Out as a snarl. His fingers clutching the envelope and letter tightened, curled, and the rush of electricity through his body incinerated the paper, burned the wax.
"You should've left w̰ͯͥe͛̇lͮ͑l̈́ͧ en̷̛̙o̯͋u͇̅ͦgh al̟on̢̑̔e͎̪.̗̄.͎̣.ͬ"
Another breath in, and he raised a palm to chest level, conjured a holographic panel. Made the connection. Within two rings, a shark-possessor's face revealed itself.
"S-sir?" He answered.
"Ethan!" Vox was all smiles, one corner of his mouth pulled higher. "Good morning! Gonna be a little busy on the 14th, so everything on that day needs to be pushed out to clear it."
"In... cluding the last appointments that were pushed to that day?"
"Ethan."
"Of course, Sir! Clearing them! Um, 14th is all yours. Would you like anything else?"
"Pot of coffee. Jet fuel." And he ended the call, just to whirl on a heel and all but storm back toward the elevator.
One more call... 'appropriate attire', huh...?
"Velvette." No chipperness. No false niceties. "...Got a big favor to ask."
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Really, the call from Vox was the weird thing - especially the tone he started with. He knew she was busy right now with an event rolling up soon. The lack of niceties was what kept her from biting at him for interrupting her schedule.
"Huh. What is it?" she asked instead, holding a clothespin in between her teeth as she kept adjusting the dress she was designing on Melissa.
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"And while my wardrobe is always camera-ready, I need to look like I'm ready for war. Or... 'serve cunt', or something." He yanked the bars closed. The fact that he didn't have time to be smarmy and let the terminology sink in spoke volumes.
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"ALRIGHT! Everyone fuck off for an hour-- lunch break!" she shouted, snapping loudly at the models in her studio. They gave her a gobsmacked look as their clothes all swiped back to their own outfits, but didn't dare stick around and get screamed at further. Waiting for the few seconds for the place to clear out, Velvette peeked back down at the phone.
"Going to war, eh. Who's starting shit with us? You rounding up Val, too?"
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He was rather relieved to get a little added privacy. The fewer ears that knew of this, the better. Can't blow everything now just because someone decided to take a shot.
But now was the tricky part: Dodging particular questions but not arising too much suspicion. "Were it entirely up to me, I'd go in loud. But I'm going up against the cannibal overlord."
He paused, scowled and look aside. "...Alone."
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Velvette soundly rejected it - Vox sounded apprehensive, but he'd never been scared outside of a joke or two about getting eaten when it came to the cannibal overlord.
"We'll roll in together. Fuck whatever tea date she set up, consider us your plus twos."
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This warranted a high five. Hell, he felt a warm and fuzzy sense of pride with how angry Velvette felt, and he knew the Vees weren't a trio of fuckers to be fucked with.
But it wasn't about the Vees, or their pride.
"Thank you... but I'm afraid the situation's too complicated for that. I think she knows about the kid."
His scowl deepened into a sneer. "But if she thinks she can use that to hustle me, she fucked with the wrong guy. So I need to show up in a manner that matches the way I feel, against an overlord that seems to continually defy fucking everything about this place."
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Tucking her phone against her shoulder, she started sifting through fabric swatches - if he needed a serious look, he'd get one. Deep, dark navy, almost black. Cut with reds. Sharp, sharp edges. No pinstripes - we're beyond that.
"What's Alastor think of this? She's supposedly his chum or some shit, right? Those two annoying fucks are always gabbing and sittin' together at the Overlord meetings, aren't they?"
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He stepped out of the elevator and proceeded down the hall to his office. God, he needed that coffee so he could think, so he could plan a bit...
"And, I couldn't... find him... this morning. No signal, no nothing. Instead I receive a god-damned invitation to lunch for the 14th and am told to come alone. Overlord Ball-Busting Bullshit 101. Gotta say, it's been a while since someone tried something like that on me."
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Which would've been true enough, usually - but Rosie wouldn't need to arrive in person at all if a few letters emerged from the shadows, and Alastor left of his own volition the same way.
"Wait. If they're chummy, do y'think he's rethought being here and gone to hide out with the other cannibals instead of his ex? That's kinda fucked up, he said you're staying in the loop, but--"
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...
Was a possibility.
Though something in his chest twisted, he shook his head to clear it and continued his march. Keep a stiff upper lip. "If that's what he wants, he can tell me himself! But the fact of the matter is, Alastor is missing and Rosie suddenly wants to talk to me. I've got time to come up with a plan."
Don't tell me that. Please don't tell me that. Was the living space no good after all? Was I too annoying? ...Did I work too much...?
"I've got plenty of time to plan. I just... need time to think...!"
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It's not even a question! Just as much as it wasn't even a question that there wasn't a buried hatchet here - she likes Vee, but damn it, he really does just turn off his brain when it came to that fucking deer.
"If you started getting a 'dad bod' already I'm going to kick your fat arse--"
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He just needed to put his foot down if Rosie had a problem with spittin' distance.
The bark of laughter was sudden, and he sent a message to Ethan on where the coffee was going. "My sizes are the same as they've always been, Vel- but c'mon. I'd kill it with a dad bod! Anyway, heading up now."
Ah, this outlet will do. He'll let himself reshape and make use of it to reach Velvette's level.
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"You'll look lopsided as fuck, especially from the side-- your flat fuck face already makes your side profile look exaggerated," she spoke, continuing the conversation without hesitation as she started pinning fabric and sizing it up. "Wouldn't exactly cut that menacing energy for situations like this, either."
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"No, no, you've got me there..." But he sighed. He couldn't cling to that momentary touch of normalcy for too long. He'd been through enough of these appointments with Velvette that it was muscle memory on where to stand and how. No dad bod today! His dimensions had negligible variations since the last time.
"I'll pull up schematics for Cannibal Town tonight, see where you guys can cool your heels without them getting chewed on should Rosie decide not to play ball." Keep it cool. Keep it professional. Planning was what he did best.
God, he needed a drink.
"Tomorrow morning, bright and early, we can breakfast up in Meeting Room 2 and go over escape plans with Al in mind. We've always been slippery, and this little arrangement will be no different if things go south."
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"Shit gets tricky if he doesn't want to leave, but you got his ass to make a Deal that you're involved, so you've got that leverage. He can't completely ditch. I swear, if he's just bitchy because he was whining about missing eating people-- ugh, he's as stupid as you are, I fucking swear."
Whoops, don't mind getting jabbed by a pin there, she's just getting the waist fitted--
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"Right, yeah, the Deal..." Leverage. He had the leverage. But knowing of his circumstances now, cutting a Deal before his first death without much thought for how he'd end up, there was a twisting little something in the pit of his stomach.
You need ME to join your team...!
"Ow- hey-!" Well. At least it distracted him from a momentary funk.
"Glad I didn't go dad bod, I guess- there'd be more of me to stick those pins into..."
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"For the record, this is not a suit you're allowed to wear once the brat's actually here - if you ruin what I make you by letting a baby spit up on it I'm going to make a sharkskin purse for myself," she added. It was a foregone conclusion they'd get to the bottom of this and come out with at least the assurance that they'd get the kid. "And if that shit ex of yours really is about to bail, I'll shave that fuckass bob right off his head."
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Vox had time to consider spit up, but the messy hazards hadn't completely left his general know-how. Sorry, Vel, he... might... lose a vest or two down the line. Don't sharkskin him. Love you.
But the last remark caught him by surprise. With an amused snort, he only managed half an eye-roll. Yeah. Definitely love you, Velvette.
"Always wondered if getting stuck with baldies like Val and I were ever a bother, but it's... it's a marvel: He hasn't changed his hairstyle for as long as I've known him. Was he ever open to it in talks with you?"
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"I bet that old hag wanted you to show up in some dusty grandpa wear - that's gonna be too fucking bad, because we're not going to play by her fucking rules. I'm not putting you in Edwardian clothes."
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"Good! We're on the same page. The color scheme over there is... too warm. The fuck's with all the dusty pink?"
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Stupid.
With a few pantomimed 'zip' motions, the folds and lapels of the jacket formed with the aid of the various sewing emoji crafting a jacket immediately as Velvette envisioned it. Once she found a shade of red that looked right, she tossed the other fabric scraps over her shoulder and pressed the fabric along the lapels to make the shape pop. Yeaaah, dark, mysterious, sharp and menacing. Good. As she ran her thumb over the fabrics, another needle emoji started sewing it all together.
"We're going in looking like one of your favorites. So if you wanted to take the shark on a walk, you'll match," Velvette snickered, low and malicious - no one could argue that Shok.wav made a huge impression.
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He looked down. After a cant of his head, he nodded with a brief snort of amusement.
"...Have I told you that you're a miracle worker? You looking for a job...?"
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"You're just lucky I want to see the look on those eyeless freaks' faces when we deliberately disrespect their stupid dress code."
Hmmm... white undershirt, black vest. Deep v-cut in the vest, makes V's chest look broader and his head less jarring...
"Besides. Old dodgy bitch probably thinks she's gonna strong-arm you into a Deal - I never heard of her getting in scraps basically ever."
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Holy shit, Vel, this is seriously coming together...! He already wanted to see what she'd come up with for their whole trio.
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