video; un: weenwoon

[weenwoon]

Type: Video
Sender ID: weenwoon (Hythlodaeus)
To: Public
Subject: ~Haircare~
Warnings: none!

[ Woe, a video feed of a lavender-haired twink be unto ye. He looks a little put out as he winds a strand of his hair around his finger - it does look to be more wavy and frizzy than would be natural. ]

Greetings, fellow riftfarers. I am Hythlodaeus, a bard... and a crew member of the Raiders of the Lost Arts. [ Why did Hades pick such a long name for the crew! ]

My home lies in a different climate, and the local conditions do not agree with my hair, as you can see... Have any of you advice for taking care of one's hair here? Any treatments you use yourselves, mayhap?

Comments

[beshackled]

I...

[He shifts nervously]

A-ah, I wouldn't know them, I'm afraid. Keyward Hesperos once mentioned an array of things, but I'd always considered cleaning the oils and assorted substances of Pandæmonium's environs away to be enough for me.

[All the rest seemed... like a self-indulgence he wasn't good enough to justify doing for himself. Why spend more time on himself when he should be practising magicks or laboring to care for the creations' needs?]

[weenwoon]

[ CHILD... THAT IS SO DEPRESSING... ]

But there is no Pandaemonium here! You should take the opportunity to relax and take better care of yourself.

My friend Kaveh says he has enough products to share. Mayhap we could ask him to give you some as well.

Cw in advance because touching on psychological child abuse

[beshackled]

T-take better care of myself...?

[He actually goes a little stiff at the thought of burdening someone else with giving stuff to him.]

You needn't trouble him! I... I will be fine. I promise. The soap is enough for me.

:') ancient parenting! the best parenting!

[weenwoon]

[ Hythlodaeus blinks in surprise. That reaction is more than what he'd expect from someone who is merely flustered. Could there be something else there?..

He thinks back on the last conversation he had with Erichthonios. And though Hythlodaeus is not awfully familiar with that kind of mental wound, it still makes the gears in his head turn.

He gives Erich a reassuring smile, though a bit mischievous, and raises a finger. ]

And what if he were happy to share? Besides, 'tis important to take care of oneself! I am certain young Elidibus would agree~

LOL

[beshackled]

[Erichtnonios nearly relaxes in response to the continued casualness of Hythlodaeus' demeanor, but as soon as his friend's title leaves the man's lips, Erichthionios is overcome with an entirely different sort of nervousness.]

Elidibus...?

[Fidgeting, he looks to the side, abashed.]

I... a-ah, I suppose you are right. He does caution me to mind my well-being...

[weenwoon]

[ Ah-ha. Hythlodaeus congratulates himself on reading things right; this should be a surefire way to get Erichthonios to look after himself... and, well, to tease him. ]

See? Imagine how impressed he would be, if you were to return to our star looking your best~

[beshackled]

I don't know that I would go that far...

[Clearly flustered now, the man's cheeks begin to color even as he steadfastly averts his gaze.

Please don't tease him. Please don't tease him, Chief Hythlodaeus.

...He's going to get teased, isn't he.]

[weenwoon]

[ Of course he's going to get teased. Hythlodaeus just looks extremely smug as he rests his chin on his hand. ]

Hmm? Why not? I thought you two to be close... You have a poppet of him, do you not?

[beshackled]

'T-twas -- 'Twas a gift, Chief Hythlodaeus!

[The stammering man's blush deepens by several shades, brightening his features and making his ears feel hot.]

A-and I -- I don't think it was he who gave it to me!

[Not that he would object to such a gift from him, of course. But surely he was not the one to have given it to him. Would he not have done so in person?]

[weenwoon]

Oh? Then... someone else must have come to the same conclusion as me?

[ Ohhh, he's having fun. ]

Or... were you not happy to receive it?

[beshackled]

N-NO!! I was happy! I was very happy!!

[The panicking Erichthonios fails to notice the obviously-worded trap set before him, so fearful of seeming uncaring of his newly-formed friendship, and of word spreading to that very friend's ears, utter nonsense though it is.]

[weenwoon]

[ Hythlodaeus probably should feel bad for bullying a young man like this... but Erich is making it so easy. How is he supposed to resist? ]

Well, then! Would you not wish to look your best for your friend?~

[beshackled]

I-I. A-ah. T-That is--

[He stammers with increasing helplessness, face feeling akin to the glowing vent of a volcano. He feels so hot, he finds it a wonder that he yet stands.]

I -- I don't wish to embarass him, if that is what you are suggesting!

[He finally blurts , cringing and visibly drawing back at the thought, though the shellphone goes with him the same amount of space.]

And I-- I certainly wouldn't want him to get the impression that I think little of him!