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December 2023 & January 2024 Test Drive Meme
December 2023 - January 2024 TDM
Introduction
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Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.
All TDMs are game canon and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Playing and interacting with the TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore.
and then... you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.
🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.
Perhaps you follow the falling stars on your own, or perhaps the Fox simply teleports you there, but it appears you too will be part of this.
Content Warnings: School Detention, Time Not Passing, Forced Reflection/Confession, Potential Violence
Welcome to detention. Star Children, whether they're new arrivals to Folkmore or old hands, find themselves sitting at two person desks in a library. Perhaps there's only two Star Children, perhaps up to four or five. Regardless, each Star Child has a slip of paper in their hands which spells out why they are in detention, a secret detention slip no one else can read. Which, whew, because the reason any Star Child is in detention is for something they've never been punished for, something they might reasonably have thought they got away with, something they know was wrong.
The door to the library opens, and Kuma Lisa enters. She explains that Star Children will be in detention for four hours, and by the end of detention, they will need to reflect on what they did and express contrition. The headmistress gives no further guidance before leaving and closing the doors behind her.
Four hours is a notable chunk of time, but it's not so long, is it? Surely it's possible to wait it out without making good on the assignment… Or perhaps it's enough to write about it in one of the notebooks on the table in front of each student, without explaining it to another soul. Star Children are welcome to try whatever they want. However, they may notice an oddity with the clock. Namely, no matter how many times the second hand ticks around a circle to mark a whole minute, the minute and hour hands don't progress. It's the same minute over and over and over—
Detention is four hours, but how long four hours takes is entirely up to the Star Children in detention. Read every book in the library. Throw a dance party. Get high. Pull weapons out of the books. All matter of non-magical weapons. Nothing immediately happens upon pulling those weapons—no monsters to make detention less boring. Unless people make progress reflecting on their transgression, communicating about it with another Star Child, and showing penitence for it, time won't pass. Reality warps to stay in the same minute, minute after minute, hour after hour.
What's it going to be? Never ending detention or personal accountability?
However long it takes, it only takes four hours in the realm of Folkmore.
A word of warning to those who grabbed weapons, they will be attacked on their way home after detention. They will be attacked by creatures out of storybooks. Star Children will need to know the literary weaknesses of these creatures, good luck, or the help of someone else coming along who does know their weaknesses. At least there's some excitement in the day after four long long hours.
Welcome to detention. Star Children, whether they're new arrivals to Folkmore or old hands, find themselves sitting at two person desks in a library. Perhaps there's only two Star Children, perhaps up to four or five. Regardless, each Star Child has a slip of paper in their hands which spells out why they are in detention, a secret detention slip no one else can read. Which, whew, because the reason any Star Child is in detention is for something they've never been punished for, something they might reasonably have thought they got away with, something they know was wrong.
The door to the library opens, and Kuma Lisa enters. She explains that Star Children will be in detention for four hours, and by the end of detention, they will need to reflect on what they did and express contrition. The headmistress gives no further guidance before leaving and closing the doors behind her.
Four hours is a notable chunk of time, but it's not so long, is it? Surely it's possible to wait it out without making good on the assignment… Or perhaps it's enough to write about it in one of the notebooks on the table in front of each student, without explaining it to another soul. Star Children are welcome to try whatever they want. However, they may notice an oddity with the clock. Namely, no matter how many times the second hand ticks around a circle to mark a whole minute, the minute and hour hands don't progress. It's the same minute over and over and over—
Detention is four hours, but how long four hours takes is entirely up to the Star Children in detention. Read every book in the library. Throw a dance party. Get high. Pull weapons out of the books. All matter of non-magical weapons. Nothing immediately happens upon pulling those weapons—no monsters to make detention less boring. Unless people make progress reflecting on their transgression, communicating about it with another Star Child, and showing penitence for it, time won't pass. Reality warps to stay in the same minute, minute after minute, hour after hour.
What's it going to be? Never ending detention or personal accountability?
However long it takes, it only takes four hours in the realm of Folkmore.
A word of warning to those who grabbed weapons, they will be attacked on their way home after detention. They will be attacked by creatures out of storybooks. Star Children will need to know the literary weaknesses of these creatures, good luck, or the help of someone else coming along who does know their weaknesses. At least there's some excitement in the day after four long long hours.
🦊 Star Children, new and old, in groups of 2-5 are in detention for something they did wrong & haven't been punished for.
🦊 Kuma Lisa explains detention lasts four hours, and people have to express regret for what they did by the end.
🦊 Time doesn't pass unless Star Children make progress toward that assignment.
🦊 It always takes four hours in Folkmore time.
🦊 Star Children who draw weapons from books during detention will be attacked on their way home.
🦊 Kuma Lisa explains detention lasts four hours, and people have to express regret for what they did by the end.
🦊 Time doesn't pass unless Star Children make progress toward that assignment.
🦊 It always takes four hours in Folkmore time.
🦊 Star Children who draw weapons from books during detention will be attacked on their way home.
Content Warnings: Theft, Glitter Bombs, Minor Power Nerfing
There's a problem with the nonexistent mail delivery system in Folkmore. Gifts are being delivered to residents' addresses—their correct addresses, even if they live in the woods—but those recipients, written on a fat cream label, cannot pick them up, teleport them, or otherwise move them under their own power. These gifts sit in garish and contrasting colors that make certain to draw attention to themselves. Hello, here they are.
Anyone else can pick these packages up, from the person next door to a stranger walking by. There's so many gifts around it's easy to pick one up, remove the label, and go on one's way. Few people are home all the time, and even if they are, what are they going to do? Pick it up themselves? Ha! It's freereal estate. Star Children with abilities to see inside the packages can see something they want badly within as extra motivation to go for it.
When Star Children open their ill gotten gains, these packages explode in a glitter bomb that coats everyone within a ten foot radius. This glitter is impossible to wash out, magic away, or otherwise remove for twenty-four hours. Walk, swim, fly, or otherwise go about with glittery evidence of the crime committed.
Almost always. If it were guaranteed, where would the fun be in that?
The rare fortunate criminal or the original recipient, helped by another Star Child, will receive an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item. Those who receive an item will stop receiving gifts on their doorstep, whether they stole the gift or received it from a package addressed to them. They can keep stealing other people's gifts, but they will only receive a glitter bomb from then on.
Mischievous Star Children can even prank each other by changing the label and redelivering packages to someone else. Should that person get help to bring the gift inside, it still isn't their gift, not really, so it too will explode in glitter.
There's a problem with the nonexistent mail delivery system in Folkmore. Gifts are being delivered to residents' addresses—their correct addresses, even if they live in the woods—but those recipients, written on a fat cream label, cannot pick them up, teleport them, or otherwise move them under their own power. These gifts sit in garish and contrasting colors that make certain to draw attention to themselves. Hello, here they are.
Anyone else can pick these packages up, from the person next door to a stranger walking by. There's so many gifts around it's easy to pick one up, remove the label, and go on one's way. Few people are home all the time, and even if they are, what are they going to do? Pick it up themselves? Ha! It's free
When Star Children open their ill gotten gains, these packages explode in a glitter bomb that coats everyone within a ten foot radius. This glitter is impossible to wash out, magic away, or otherwise remove for twenty-four hours. Walk, swim, fly, or otherwise go about with glittery evidence of the crime committed.
Almost always. If it were guaranteed, where would the fun be in that?
The rare fortunate criminal or the original recipient, helped by another Star Child, will receive an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item. Those who receive an item will stop receiving gifts on their doorstep, whether they stole the gift or received it from a package addressed to them. They can keep stealing other people's gifts, but they will only receive a glitter bomb from then on.
Mischievous Star Children can even prank each other by changing the label and redelivering packages to someone else. Should that person get help to bring the gift inside, it still isn't their gift, not really, so it too will explode in glitter.
🦊 Gifts appear outside Star Children's residences, even those without residences.
🦊 Recipients cannot pick up the gift but any other Star Child can.
🦊 Almost all stolen gifts explode in a glitter bomb that leaves glitter for 24 hours.
🦊 Star Children can receive an item from home, even a weapon or magical item.
🦊 Star Children can prank each other by changing the labels/moving the packages.
🦊 Recipients cannot pick up the gift but any other Star Child can.
🦊 Almost all stolen gifts explode in a glitter bomb that leaves glitter for 24 hours.
🦊 Star Children can receive an item from home, even a weapon or magical item.
🦊 Star Children can prank each other by changing the labels/moving the packages.
Veneer | Trolls | Familiar
A. Detention
[Veneer leans back in his chair as he rests his big ol honkin' crystal boots on his desk, clearly of the belief that this is all beneath him. Funny for the guy who just got a very fuzzy get-out-of-jail-free card handed to him, you'd think he'd take the four hours of library time over how many years of prison he was looking at. But no, he rolls his eyes as he takes his slip of crime paper, only to gawk when he sees what he's actually being punished for.]
Um, excuse me? [Where as most people might try to hide or throw away their paper, Veneer waves his around like a goddamn flag.] I'm pretty sure I've done waaaaaaaaay worse than... [He quickly glances at the paper again.] ...jaywalking?!
[And he has! But that's just it, he was already being punished for that. He GOT caught, he's the whole reason they got caught! So...detention had to get creative apparently.
But four hours just for that? This is going to be the longest four hours of his life, isn't it? Possibly even more so when he finally notices the clock isn't moving much. Instead of being worried or assume any sort of time nonsense, he scoffs and nudges whoever was unfortunate enough to be near him. Veneer gestures to the clock like it's some sort of joke.]
Tch, they make clocks, much?
[...He pulls back when he actually gives the other Star Child a lookover, though. Listen, Veneer is more than aware that he's a fish out of water here. Being a 6ft tall Betty Spaghetty looking monstrosity will definitely make you feel out of place. That said, you're just as bizarre to him as he probably is to you, so um...maybe stay on your side of the desk. J-Just until he can get over the uncanny valley thing.]
B. Storybook Monsters
[Monsters aren't anything new as far as Veneer is concerned, they're all over the world. ...His world. It's just that the city he lived in is bright and busy enough to keep the creatures away, so it's not like he's ever had to DEAL with any.
So yeah, sue him, there's no doubt he eventually got bored in the library and MAYBE touched one of those weird book weapons. He put it back, okay? What's he going to do with a weapon, he doesn't want something like that! Ew.
Of course this doesn't keep him from being targeted.
Have you ever wanted to be bothered by what is essentially a living rubber hose character? No? Well too bad, it's not like he wanted to bother with you, either. But he doesn't have much of a choice when he finds himself defenseless against some sort of vicious animal.
Veneer isn't a fighter, hell, he isn't even a singer, what's he supposed to do??? Apparently run behind YOU and hope to god you can do something more than be his temporary meat shield.]
Hi, sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to know how to deal with THAT?!
[Cue frantic pointing at a very unfriendly looking two-headed dog.]
B!
It's been what seemed like days, for a crime she'll never voice. No, no one needs to know what she's had to sort through in there— especially not someone she thinks abandoned her.
At least, until she can hear that dumb voice of his whining behind her again. With an ugh! Velvet rolls her whole entirely-over-decorated head back instead of just her eyes, mouth dropping— and then SNAPS to look back at Veneer.]
I thought I told you that I—
[when Velvet turns her newly-horned, still-overly-ornately-wigged head to face what Veneer is looking at, her eyebrows travel up, up up to her hairline, her mouth opening wider and wider as she trails off.]
That I don't.. Don't know who... you... Are...
[Well, hope Veneer can inspire her ass to move.]
hey girl, let's get our asses killed
He doesn't want to see anyone dead!!
That's why they're fighting!!]
Yeah, yeah, never saw me before in your life or whatever, so hey! Let's go be complete strangers ANYWHERE ELSE!!
[He would much rather have anyone else deal with this, but it looks like Veneer might have to......put in some effort. Not expecting Velvet to ever listen to anything he says, especially when it comes to telling her what to do, he lifts her up and just books it. Fuck it. If she struggles, he'll just have to deal with it. He just needs to hang onto her until he can find another person to fight for him!! Hopefully!! But first they need to make sure they aren't dog food!]
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What are you doing?!
[She asks impulsively, though there isn't an answer Veneer could possibly give her that would satisfy her. Nor is there much room for reply!
The dog following them might be some sort of monster but it is still a dog and when it sees its targets flee, it gives chase. Velvet and Veneer may be relatively large compared to the other Star Children, but this thing doesn't seem to think of them as any less edible.
Together with Veneer like this, even if Velvet wants to pretend she's never had anything to do with him, the memory of their teamwork is embedded in her rubber-replacement-for-muscles. She grimaces, looking over Veneer's shoulder, and slips one of her too-huge hands through her bracelets.
She throws it, then, and thanks to the reflexes of being a myth— it smacks straight into one of the heads of the dogs, disorienting it as the other head looks on at its.. sibling??
All the same, the bracelet gets caught underneath the dog's legs, sending it tripping over its own legs for a second. Maybe these terrible twins will have a little more time to get away?]
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Uh, I'm saving us? What does it look like?!
[Maybe, just maybe, if he saves Velvet from the very problem he created, she'll find it in her heart to forgive him. It's a longshot, certainly, but you know what? Getting the chance to play the hero feels kind of nice! He could possibly even hold it over her and-
Veneer's steps slow down when he hears some sort of ruckus going on behind them, and it almost sounds like it's something in their favor...? SOMEONE definitely tripped and he can clearly see that it isn't him, so then...the dog???
He peeks over his shoulder to see the creature behind them stumble, its balance completely thrown off. It didn't trip over a rock or hole or whatever, Veneer would have definitely hit it first, and he can't see anyone stepping in to announce that they saved the day. Is that...? No. No way! There's no mistaking it, Veneer can spot Rageon fashion anywhere in this horrible new world, that is definitely Vel's bracelet.]
Hoooooooooow...? How did you do that?
[Girl can't even hit a note-]
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She marvels at her own hand for a second as she realizes—
Does being a myth still make her more than she was before? More than she was without Troll?]
How do you think? I threw it, dummy.
Come on, give me something else to throw!
[Without really moving to make him put her down she kind of snakes her arm around, looking for something. But from this angle, Veneer might see that she's gotten something stuffed in her boot— and it certainly doesn't look like Rageon wear.
It looks like a weapon.
Perhaps from a book.]
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[With how rare Rageon fashion is going to be, he's not willing to sacrifice one of his own bracelets, sorry not sorry. He's honestly surprised Velvet was able to, although he does suppose she has more than he does. He's even MORE surprised when she starts reaching for her boot, assuming she's about to lug the entire thing at the poor brute, but...no?
She kept something in there? Seriously? What would she possibly keep in her BOOT-
Veneer's eyes widen in horror when he catches only a glimpse of what's actually happening, followed by the most offended gasp.]
No way. Vel!! You so did not take one of those book shanks with you!!
[Or, you know, whatever it is. He can't tell. He'd rather not know, to be honest.]
You know that's only going to leave scratches!!
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[She practically screams, yoinking what is a wrapped up knife out of her boot and— oh woops, that goes flying over their heads. Velvet lurches forward and nearly tips over Veneer's back, arms stretching out like terrible spaghetti, but manages to catch that dagger by none of the sharp parts.
Boy, is she glad Veneer can't see her face of relief. But surely they've spent too much time dawdling by now—]
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You know what? Shank away.
cw for aaaaanimal??? monster harm and also probably blood
[She commands, lifting the knife in one hand. Never in her life has she thrown a dart— that would look like effort. But she isn't anything she's ever been in her life, has she?
She's not even relying on Troll.
She's a myth. Why shouldn't she be able to do this?
The dog lifts its head as she braces her other arm on Veneer's back, and both of its heads growl as it starts after them again.
Velvet grunts as she throws the knife, and its blade plunges right into the chest of the dog with such a definitive strike that even Velvet gasps in surprise. The dog recoils, whining and reacting, and Velvet doesn't bother thinking about it.
She slaps Veneer's shoulder and yells—]
Now would be the time to start running again!
[OR LETTING HER GO—]
cw for definitely mentions of blood
Wo-ow, you're like, some sort of...majestic warrior princess~ [Finger wiggles for emphasis.] Forget singing, you should've gone into a...throwin'-stuff-sport.
Oh hey, and look! The dogs here are filled with gross, red juice! ...wait, ew.
[OH RIGHT YEAH THE DOG. Veneer could probably put Velvet down right about now, but then that would just mean...she's saving him. And it's not like he wouldn't appreciate that, but if HE was going to hold Velvet's rescue over her head, then there's no way she wouldn't hold his. She'd neeeeeeever let him live it down. At least if he does the running, then that means he's helping and not simply being a burden.]
Oh, right! Running! I am definitely running again!
[And he does, but he still might be a little giddy after Velvet's sweet takedown. Whooping and cheering as he runs down the road, much more confident of their survival now, it's almost like he isn't living in a reality where his sister totally hates him at the moment.]
cw continued but less this time
Oh wait never mind there's no time to finally process mortality because that dog is far from dead. Which feels weird, because knives really seem like a thing that could very quickly make her dead, so how is that fair—
As if reaffirming Veneer's own desires, Velvet tries to hold on a bit tighter to Veneer, which results in some weird configuration where one of her too-long arms kind of wraps around his back. But like they're some kind of terrible noodle mecha, Velvet doesn't seem interested in getting out of Veneer's grip anymore. After all, like this, she can still see their pursuer!
Said pursuer is once again not all that bothered by the knife that is now sticking out of its chest, back on its feet and now perhaps even angrier than before!
And if that wasn't enough, her bracelet! It's just sitting there getting further and further away!
Velvet doesn't resist a disappointed groan, but does manage to whine right after—]
Isn't there ANYONE else bothered by this thing?!
[Of course she also doesn't realize that there are perhaps other monsters pursuing most of whoever might be able to help them, but hey, her scope isn't really wide.
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Wait.]
Oh god!! I-I totally made fun of their clock earlier, you don't think they're sensitive about that kind of thing, do you?!
[Uuuugggghhhh, solving your own problems is hard, and Veneer is definitely not built to outrun a monster. Even wounded, he can still hear it trying to catch up, what's its DEAL??? What did they ever do to deserve this?! He knows he can't keep running like this forever, too, why couldn't Rageon fashion include comfortable running shoes?? Instead he has to run around with what are essentially giant boulders squeezed around and legs that are...that are......kind of heavy, actually.....and.....
Veneer bites his lip. He doesn't want to get anywhere near one of those snarling heads, let alone TWO, but he's starting to feel like they don't have much of a choice.]
Okay, okayokay, um....don't be mad, buut I think I'm going to do something really stupid.
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[It's quick and biting— Velvet doesn't trust any decisions Veneer's going off and making on his own. And here it is! Another one!]
No— No no nonono, whatever you're planning, don't you dare—!
cw monster violence
[He sounds like he's about to full on sob as he shouts that, grabbing Velvet rather abruptly and finally placing her back down. But instead of continuing on the route they were already on, he circles around and runs straight for the monster dog. There's no going back now, the creature is too fast and closes enough distance that changing his mind would be a fatal mistake. Veneer is running completely on adrenaline and without really thinking, he pulls one of his legs back and kicks in a manner that pretty much turns his boot into a massive flail. His form is terrible, and he closes his eyes right before he swings at one of those heads, but you don't really need a technique when it comes to clubbing something with what is nothing more than a giant boot-shaped rock.
The monster yelps and Veneer can feel the blow connect in a way he'd rather not think about, causing the creature to stumble and lose its footing. It still has one whole other head, however, which is enough to keep it barely moving, so Veneer continues to kick repeatedly in hopes to make it finally STOP.]
Please don't bite me!! I don't like it- I DON'T LIKE IT!! JUST STOP!!
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She is frozen for a few seconds after that first hit, eyes on that monster and the way it sort of crumples. And then she looks at Veneer, flailing as he is, saving... both their hides. Her mouth still hangs open as her eyes go from the dog to Veneer to the dog to—]
Venee— Vene—
[Move. Move!
Velvet's arm raises, and then she shakes her head, getting a hold of herself. A few stomps of her own close the distance between herself and her brother before she grabs him by the arm and starts tugging back.]
Okay, okay, okay, oKAY, OKAY, CHAMP! OKAY!
[After the initial tug, she starts pushing her way in front of him, a long-leg reaching to step between him and the dog like the world's latest soccer mom.]
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Is...is it dead?!
1/2
But she doesn't touch it. Instead her hand wavers until she finally grasps the hilt of the knife she had thrown at it. She braces there for what seems like forever (but is really only a moment) and then pulls— and the shiny, now-red blade pulls out without a single response from the monster.
Straightening up again, Velvet stares at the knife.]
2/2
It attacked us first.
[Her stare screams without speaking: got it??]
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His heart's still pumping, a rush of feelings he's never felt before still swarming in his head as he questions if he'll ever feel normal again anytime soon. All he wants to hear right now is that the monster is DEAD and they never have to worry about something like this EVER AGAIN.
Instead, he's greeted to the familiar look of Velvet's aggressive face and it's like everything just reset itself inside his brain.]
Uh. Are you trying to come up with an alibi...? Because that's actually true.
[Oh god, have they been doing sneaky shit so often that they've forgotten what it feels like to actually not be in the wrong for once???]
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i don't have an icon for this situation just pretend
A
Surely there's better things he could be doing in this realm right now. Like poking through those books over there.
His gaze lands on the odd creature(?) on the other side of the desk. And he stares. And stares. It's clearly not a malicious monster that he's looking at, but still: bwuuuhhh??. He ends up having to shake off his confusion.]
Sssooo. Jaywalking, huh? That's not too bad.
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Uugggghhhhh, I know, right? It's like, helloo? Everybody does it!! I'm pretty sure this place would be waay more crowded if everyone who ever dared to cross the street was dropped in here.
[He's a victim.
Anyway, so hey! Veneer finally takes his stupid boots off his desk as he sits up proper, putting on his best smile for this other Star Child. ...Star Man. ......Star Whatever. Listen, humans may be gross and weird, but he won't turn down friendly conversation.]
And look at you and everything you got going on! With your little cape and...hair...in places I didn't know hair could grow in! Fun stuff.
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His gaze follows the boots as they get set down on the floor, then goes back up to Veneer's face. And hair. It all looks so solid. Not like colored glass, but something similar to that. Strange. It's like looking at a huge doll who never quite made the full transformation to real boy.
-Oh, he's being complimented. (and if that wasn't actually a compliment: yes it was.)]
Oh! Thank you. Yes, I'm quite proud of my... hair. [And also his 'everything else'.] But you... You've got quite the striking appearance yourself. You're very shiny.
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That's totally a normal way to treat people!
But it does mean he's down with making nice to anyone who decides to compliment him back. He so rarely gets 1-on-1 compliments of his own, and it shows by the way he no longer holds himself back. They're besties now, he's declared it.]
Well, thank you! I have a very expensive regimen, and I'm, like...also a totally different...thing than you are.
[It's actually kind of upsetting being the shiniest person here. It's absolutely why he adores the whole cape thing his detention buddy has going on, he's the flashiest human here so far! Good for him.]
Sooooo, what'd they hit you with? Shoplifting? Expired parking ticket? Vagueblogging?
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He sits back in his chair and folds his arms behind his head, grinning.]
Nothing more than a little white lie. Which makes perfect sense. I doubt there's anything worse they could punish me for.
[Deep down, he knows that's not really true, but he likes to take this turn of events as vindication. He was in the right, and that's why he's not being punished for any of those other things. Yep.]
Tell me, what's 'vagueblogging'?