thread: One & Valentine

[oneto_one]

Who: One & Valentine
What: Valentine NEEDS his mask.
When: Friday Morning
Where: One's room.
Rating: pg

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[maskemotion]

And who was at that door? It was Valentine, good ol' delightful Valentine! Except he wasn't in such a delightful mood. No, he was in a fairly flustered, nervous, almost twitchy mood. And he was practically naked.

"One? One! Have... have you seen me mask? It's... gone!"

It was then that Valentine noticed what One looked like. He... had white dreadlocks. That was pretty much all he noticed. They were fairly, fairly distracted.

"... Do you know it looks like an entire family of rats climbed onto your head and build a giant labrinthine nest?"

[oneto_one]

Oh. It was... well. Hm. Who was it? That was such a good question. You couldn't really tell people's appearances by their handwriting, after all, though whoever this was knew him. And said "me". So it was Valentine. The one who lost his mask. And he seemed angry, which was sad, but not really that sad, just kind of vaguely funny. One glanced behind him to make sure The Merovingian wasn't ingesting something poisonous or attempting to escape.

"No," he began calmly, and then paused when Valentine became more inane. What? That was irritating. One folded his arms and his mouth twitched into a kind of funny almost-frown. "Do you know your face looks like a large, flesh-colored group of half-melted rubber bits?" he returned snidely.

[maskemotion]

"I'm painfully aware of that already," Valentine's Irish accent was fluid and dreadfully serious. It was almost as if he agreed with that exact description of what his face looked like.

"... Are you sure you haven't seen it? Looks... like a mask, of course. Sort of skin colored, with a purple stripe... and... it's sort of, er, well, like... ur?" He gestured around with his hands, making no clear image what so ever while occasionally making some sort of noise, be it er, um, or uh.

He then clapped his hands together, "So."

[oneto_one]

"Good," was One's only comment on that, because obviously he had won the battle. Or something petty like that. But he wasn't petty, no. Not One. He wasn't even human, yeah. He patiently watched Valentine make incoherent noises (thought he made a coherent few sentences, One admitted) and then be a little more incoherent.

"We would have given it to you already if we had," he assured the thing, "but if it pains you so much, you could make a temporary replacement until it shows up." The bunny lolloped into the room behind them and watched Valentine as if it would very much like to eat him. Its name was well-deserved.