Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

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[turntechtrainer]

[Dave just, laughs. Like a little dirt is going to bother him now.] Like I care about a bit of dirt. I practically lived in that stuff because man, Bro and cleaning? They were not friends.

Ever.

I don't think he knows what a broom is Rose. I didn't either until you explained the concept. This Dave is a stick with a brush on the end, we use this to push dirt around.

[tentacletrainer]

[[She's quiet for a moment as she listens to him talk, just glad to hear his voice really, but then she smiles. Just a little. Rose didn't really have anything to add to the rambling, content with sitting there and holding his hand. Maybe leaning her head against his shoulder a little.

...but then oh wait.]]

Wh-what about the dust pan? Did I ever tell you about that...?

[turntechtrainer]

[He quietly wraps an arm around her, telling himself she needs this. He tucks her up against him as he keeps talking.] Fff, you scolded me when I told you I didn't even know what that funny looking triangle thing was. I went 'what is this shit', and you proceeded to education the fool.

[tentacletrainer]

[[Rose more than happily welcomes the arm, helping to further tuck herself against him as she listens and nods.]]

Good...I had to make sure. I couldn't remember if I had and that's a very important tool for pushing dirt around.

[[There was never, ever a time where she was more grateful for her friends. She could think of a few that came close...but now, more than ever, she was glad she had them. She felt like the luckiest person alive, even though she knew there were likely many other people in that tower right now who felt the same way.]]

[turntechtrainer]

Also taught me to wash windows. Because I didn't know you could do that. How did you get the dirt off, I wondered. You descended from your throne and showed me the way. [He rests his head on top of hers and shuts his eyes. He can still sorta see despite that but it doesn't matter. It's the (pffft) illusion that matters.]

You also decided that my cold feet needed socks when we were in pokeland, remember? I kept tucking my feet under me and you dropped a pair of the ugliest wool socks in my lap. Put those on, and quit looking like some bird in a nest! Etc.

[tentacletrainer]

[[She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as she resisted the feeling of trying to cry. She had no idea if these bodies could do that, but she didn't want to if they could. This time, though, she had to chuckle a bit.]]

Your nests were pretty adorable though...

[turntechtrainer]

My nests were awesome and toasty. [He rubs her back, a gesture he needs just as badly as she does. You won't catching him admitting it. Not in a million years. But much as he feels comforted by this he sighs.] ...hey Rose? Mind helping me dirty this bag up so I feel vaguely like me again.

[tentacletrainer]

[[Another nod, this time agreeing with how awesome his nests are, but then she pulls back a little with a smile.]]

Sure. What do you want done, Mister Strider? No tramp stamps.

[turntechtrainer]

You don't let me have any fun. Spoil sport. [He slowly lets go of her, but his hand stays fast with hers.] What else? My disc. Broken because bro is a dick and busted that thing.

[tentacletrainer]

Sorry, I just refuse to give you one. You'll have to find a different tattoo artist if you want one. [[And ah, as she suspected. With a smile, she's using some of her own dirt gathered to do this, pulling back and gathering some of the dirt from her arms onto her hands before starting to make a circle on his chest.]]

You're really predictable...you know that?

[turntechtrainer]

You complaining? Better a steady guy than one that's unpredictable. [He settles on the floor so she can work and gathers dirt from the floor to cover the suggestion of abs. They're already taking some dark definition.]

[tentacletrainer]

Not at all. I like knowing what my brother is thinking. [[And she works diligently and meticulously, doing her best to recreate the scratched disc.]]

It kind of makes me feel like those twins who can finish each others sentences sometimes though.

[turntechtrainer]

We should do that some time. No one will even know what hit them. We could even dress the same. Get you some shoes to boost your height. [He recreates the muscle definition and body that he's seen so many times in the mirror. He leaves little spots free of dirt, his scars shining clear. The one on his hip he earned when he was seven and swung too wide at Bro. Some accident at school when he was five that's on the left side of his right foot.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[Chuckling, Rose nods in agreement. The basic record is done and now she careful starts on the scratch.]]

Hey, I'm not that short.

[turntechtrainer]

You're short enough, ok. People notice that sort of thing. We got to both hit the same mark on the doorframes. Who is that tall motherfucker they'll wonder.

Then they'll pause like they heard some music in the distance and go oh hell no there's two of them. [He gets some of his back down, taking care to make sure people know he has an ass. That's important.]