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this is what I mean when I say shaved
The frowny face is reflected back down at her and he cocks his head to the side, then starts to laugh.
“You just said that they were scary. What, would you try to give them food or something, Louis?” And he didn’t even mean to make the connection between her giving him cupcakes even though he was the scary one. He smiles gently now and leans back into the chair.
At the attempt to lie to him, his lips press into a thin line. He interrogated prisoners in WWII, he knew when people were lying, and Louis didn’t lie very well at all. “I don’t know if I believe you Louis. Fine doesn’t usually mean fine… I want you to tell me if it hurts or… if it makes you feel strange… Alright? I don’t think I can.. remove such a mark as that. Like I had told you a long time ago, Louis, it’s not a regular mark…”
“Diet.” Louis frowns, or rather, pouts harder at his frowny face. “Just because they’re scary doesn’t mean I should be all aggressive towards them.”
Well, imps didn’t sound too scary, if anything they sounded almost cute in a strange sort of way. Kind of like how Diet was all big and scary (more so than imps) and turned into a cute little orange tabby. It would indeed seem that Louis had a tendency to give food to scary/cute things.
She had a feeling that her attempt at dismissing problems with her scar might not go over too well. From her vantage point of Diet and his thinning lips (Diet, please, haven’t you heard of lip plumper? It goes great with fangs.) didn’t look too impressed with the attempt.
“Fine sometimes means fine?” She attempts again only to sigh and slump against Diet’s chest. “It doesn’t hurt, I don’t think it ever has…” There’s a pause and she doesn’t say anything for the longest time. “When it gets all tingly I feel less like myself and I don’t like that too much.”
“I know it’s not a regular mark.” She recalls their conversation from a little over a year ago. At the time she’d just accepted that it would be a problem, but since it rarely bothered her she rarely brought it up. “Can you try? To remove it I mean?”
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He’d live, not happily mind you, even if his castle of doom and gloom would be redecorated into something out of a princess fairy tale. Thankfully, he doesn’t know the true intent of Louis’ mini braids and so he continues to let her do them.
Even if he’d never admit it, because admitting that he depended on anyone, now, was completely out of the question, but he felt happy with Louis around. She was one of the only ones to stand by and stay here with him throughout everything. And for that, he looked to her for some sort of consistency and structure in his own life.
“Oh? The imps are nothing, Louis. They’re just curious and treasure hoarders mostly. You could probably boot one away if you wanted.” It’s now that his hands come back to rest on her hips again, feeling that warmth even through her clothes. An idea comes into his head, that hasn’t been approached in quite some time. The comment about hair color goes unchecked and he gives a rub of his thumb against her hip again, brows knitting down ever so slightly.
“Speaking of scars, Louis… Does this one still give you trouble?”
Louis continues to have fond memories of the redecoration that had taken place while Diet was doing things in mirrors.
“Diet…” She frowny faces up at him from her position in his lap. “That sounds mean.” Obviously she has no intention of booting any imps around. If anything she’ll probably leave food laying around for them.
Then scar hadn’t been too much of a problem, at least, not since Halloween and during Louis’ adventures back to her hometown. Still, Louis doesn’t exactly want to worry Diet too much about it. Since it was just something minor (read as: not so minor) she decided to downplay any issues she has with it to keep Diet from getting all concerned.
“No, it’s fine, really.” She smiles reassuringly even as the scar itself burns just a bit warmer than the rest of her skin as he rubs at it. “Nothing’s happened in a while, so I’m sure it’s fine.” Well, she wasn’t completely sure, but with things being as they were it was unlikely that it would cause problems for her. “Not that there’s much that could really be done about it even if it was causing problems for me, unless there’s a way to remove it?” She asks, trying and failing not to sound too hopeful.
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kinda both, me thinks.]
((o ^o She’s totes troll facing and then she does have the whole stepford smiler thing going at times…
