Sokka frowned. That voice was VERY familiar... He was sure to recognize it eventually.
"Yeah, you know how those fish can be -- one moment they're in a bathtub, and the next they're all... untrustworthy on you and stuff. ...But we don't have any of the untrustworthy sort. I checked."
"Not even the flying untrustworthy ones? Those are the worst, you know." Valentine cracked a grin and shook his head. "They get away from you so very easily, and then all you're left with are the non-whip low-fat soy lattes that they were hiding, and even those are terribly fishy, afterward."
"VALENTINE!" Sokka shouted gleefully -- hopefully not in a "hey, I just now recognized your voice" sort of tone. "How've you been?!?!?? With the you and the Naminé and her not being sucked into someone else and stuff?!?!"
"My face is all wrong!" This was said quite conversationally. Conversationally, of course, meaning about as drama-queen-like as Valentine could possibly manage. "But Naminé and I are doing well, I believe. She's been drawing, and I've gone and gotten myself a job- a job, can you believe it? And this is all Real."
"How wrong?" Sokka asked. "Wrong-er than usual? I mean, I hate to tell you this, but your face is pretty weird."
He frowned and shook a finger at the phone, because of course Valentine could see that. "And of course it's real! You've ALWAYS been real -- you and Snowmonster both!"
"I've gone and lost my pinholes," Valentine pouted. "My entire proper face is somewhere else entirely and I'm stuck with this other face that seems so very drab and wrong and there's skin all over it."
Ew.
"And I know we've been real. But now there isn't even room four doubt. It's her and myself in a flat in Brighton, and she can't tell me she's a Nobody, and I can't tell her I'm a drawing, because neither of us are. It's... bizarre, really."
"So what you're saying," Sokka said, with the air of a great detective solving a case, "is that you've finally gotten yourself a proper face." He held the smirk for a moment, then softened. "I think I've still got some of your old ones, if you want them."
Valentine's face had always been proper. Valentine knew that. It was Sokka who had been without all along, and he hadn't even a clue how freakish he truly was. Poor thing.
"You have? You could? Would you?"
He missed his face.
Even if it might be odd to have pieces of his old self just sitting around. It was his face, dammit.
Sokka dug around in his dresser, under his bed, in his closet... He didn't really have very much stuff, so it was pretty amazing how hard it was to find the things he DID have. "So," he grunted, trying to get to the far reaches of the space under his bed, "what kind of job you got?"
"I'm a waiter," Valentine replied, making every effort he could to make that sound as "oooh, impressive" as he could. Because it was. Impressive. It really, really was.
"I've noticed that there's a bit of community theatre going on around here," Valentine mused after taking a moment to bandage up his wounded pride. "I might have to sweep in and take it over. You know how it is, of course. So much inspiration, so very few avenues to explore in order to let it all out."
Community theatre would no doubt quiver in fear under the iron fist of Star Director Ricardo Valenteen.
"Well, of course I am. I have a-" No, he really didn't have a tower anymore. "-flat. In Brighton."
It would do.
"It won't be quite the same without having a sturdy assistant about doing costuming," he noted. Because sometimes, it was a good idea to remember the little guy. "But I imagine I'll get along, somehow."
"Thank you for calling the Magical Awesomeful House of Fish! If you'd like a fish, just make a wish!"
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"Yeah, you know how those fish can be -- one moment they're in a bathtub, and the next they're all... untrustworthy on you and stuff. ...But we don't have any of the untrustworthy sort. I checked."
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Real.
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He frowned and shook a finger at the phone, because of course Valentine could see that. "And of course it's real! You've ALWAYS been real -- you and Snowmonster both!"
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Ew.
"And I know we've been real. But now there isn't even room four doubt. It's her and myself in a flat in Brighton, and she can't tell me she's a Nobody, and I can't tell her I'm a drawing, because neither of us are. It's... bizarre, really."
Awesome. And bizarre.
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"You have? You could? Would you?"
He missed his face.
Even if it might be odd to have pieces of his old self just sitting around. It was his face, dammit.
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Sokka dug around in his dresser, under his bed, in his closet... He didn't really have very much stuff, so it was pretty amazing how hard it was to find the things he DID have. "So," he grunted, trying to get to the far reaches of the space under his bed, "what kind of job you got?"
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Really.
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Community theatre would no doubt quiver in fear under the iron fist of Star Director Ricardo Valenteen.
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It would do.
"It won't be quite the same without having a sturdy assistant about doing costuming," he noted. Because sometimes, it was a good idea to remember the little guy. "But I imagine I'll get along, somehow."
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