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[apuckalypse]

[He's a little sniffly himself, scrubbing knuckles against his eye.]

It was really good! Even though it was sad... it wasn't hopeless... I liked it.

[Very different from your typical action movie. Or Jupiter Jim.]

[ruevealing]

[Even just sitting beside them, he'd be able to feel the way that Rue preens at the knowledge that Casey enjoyed one of their favorite movies. What a special moment to share together!]

Whew! I think, if you would enjoy it, we should watch something much lower stakes next, just to calm down from that rush of emotion. I could put on hair tutorials or a cooking show or perhaps animal videos? I am happy with any of them.

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[He's just happy to be here and enjoying their company. The fact that they can enjoy the same things is a bonus.]

Hmm... [He can't decide. He considers for a moment, lifts a hand, clenching and unclenching it into a fist, then lifts it up towards Rue, two sets of fingers together like a Vulcan salute- or a turtle hand.]

Pick one.

[ruevealing]

[Rue could not agree more. It is funny how it all worked out. That Casey and Rue can come from such wildly different backgrounds and end up falling into perfect sync with one another.

It is just so easy. Far easier than it had ever been with any of the fey back home.]

Hm, how about this one. [Rue reaches up to gently tap the first finger with a talon.]

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[Apocalypse Turtle RNG is a go- he clenches the rest of the fingers and thumb in, leaving the tapped fingers uplifted as he smiles.]

That one's a hair tutorial.

[ruevealing]

Hair tutorial it is.

[Just give Rue a moment to flip around through menus to drag up a running queue of random hair styling videos. Look, they may not have hair, but Rue is quite fascinated with how hair can be so artfully styled.]

Do you need anything else first? More cocoa? Another blanket?

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Oh, I can get more cocoa! You stay here, you've got the relic all set up. There's lots of blankets, though. Do you want anything?

[He starts trying to untangle himself from the blanket nest, he's like three or four layers deep. It's very cozy, but he could probably do for a stretch anyway.]

[ruevealing]

[It's so silly, but Rue is so used to taking care of everyone else, that even the little offer for them to relax while he retrieves something from the kitchen leaves them watching after Casey so warmly. It's just so sweet. Not since Hob was around have they felt so cared for.]

Perhaps just some water to wash down all of this popcorn with. Besides that, I am in need of nothing. Thank you, Casey.

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Okay, water and cocoa. Got it.

[Wow he really tangled himself up good with these blankets, it turns out. Very un-ninja like. In the end he just rolls right off the edge, transitioning smoothly back to his feet once they're free. Aw yeah, blankets defeated.

To the kitchen! He'll be back in a minute with fresh drinks. Look, he's even taking the dirty dishes with him. A very trained lad.]

[ruevealing]

[Casey rolls and Rue makes the very standard parent gasp when any of their children do something that might injure them, but that noise quickly turns into gentle delight as the boy catches himself as smoothly as anything. Accept Rue's soft applause as the boy picks up the dirty dishes and returns to the kitchen.

It is just not possible for Rue to adore him anymore than they already do.]

Darling - [They call from the couch, burrowed in blankets and content to not leave.] If you are still feeling peckish, there's some cookies in a tin on the countertop, if you'd like them.

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[From the kitchen, as the kettle starts boiling-]

The popcorn's pretty filling, I don't want to take too much. [....] Maybe just one. Want me to bring you some?

[When your "food is limited you're not allowed to eat more than your rations" brain is at war with your "MOM MADE COOKIES" brain.]

[ruevealing]

Why don't you bring the whole tin? That way, if you change your mind, you won't have to battle your way out of the blankets to get up again.

[And then Rue can snack at their own discretion too. :>]

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[There's a pause and a brief clunking noise, and Casey appears with one glass of water and a cookie tin, the lid ajar and one cookie between his teeth while is hands are full.]

'elivery! [Since the kettle is still heating up, once his hands are free he grabs his cookie from his mouth and leans on the arm of the couch to see the relic, his arm bumping against Rue's.] Did you find something good?

[ruevealing]

[It's all on instinct how Casey brushes up against their arm and Rue's head tips affectionately back into his.]

I did! [They angle the relic just so, so Casey can catch a glimpse of some beautiful feathered 80's hair.]

I think we shall get plenty of inspiration on how I can do your hair later.

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[He leans into the headbump as he checks out the preview image for the first video, brows lifting.]

Whoa... it looks so fluffy. You really think my hair could do that?

[It's always been so flat. Volume-building isn't really a thing where he's from, except for those like April who had natural poof or curl. It's a whole new world for this kid. Though being able to keep it clean on the regular here has admittedly done wonders for him the last several months, so... he can see some potential.]

[ruevealing]

[Casey is a true friend for immediately being interested and not just making a face at the very idea.]

I do. Though we shall have to watch together and see just what the full process looks like, won't we? I imagine it will be a lot of backcombing and hairspray.

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[He'll probably hate it but he keeps saying he'll try anything once, so may as well go the distance.]

What's hairspray?

[Like- the name implies spray for hair but that is as far as context will take him.]

[ruevealing]

[Once is all Rue needs to fulfill their dream of 80's hair Casey!

As for the question, the owlbear is absolutely prepared for it, reaching over to brush the hair from Casey's eyes with their claws, smiling warmly at him.]

It is a type of spray that adds texture to the hair, that helps it add volume or keep certain hairstyles locked in place. It helps for more elaborate hairstyles.

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[The hair petting coaxes a quiet, pleased noise from him as he ponders the answer. It's so hard to imagine... all the things people make just to do something like style one's hair.]

There's way too much to remember for this stuff... how does anyone keep track?

[He's only learned about five things for aesthetics, boy has no idea what's coming.]

[ruevealing]

[Forgive Rue, for running their talons through his hair and giving it a gentle shake, just to fluff up his hair up and help them imagine just what Casey's hair might look like bigger and fluffier.]

I imagine that most humans do not need to memorize all of the different varieties, they simply adapt what works best for them into their daily routine, so they hardly have to think of it. And hair stylists are educated for some years on how to work with all types of hair, so I'm sure that helps them memorize most of them.

[They chuckle softly, watching his quiet amazement at this whole new world that has just opened up to him.]

And the rest? That is what video tutorials are for.

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[Immediately forgiven, because that feels quite nice, actually. Even if it musses up his hair a little, he's fully expecting it to get fixed before too long, considering the tutorials they're about to get into.]

I guess that makes sense... I can learn as I go, then.

[At least the basics don't seem so difficult to learn.]

I know they're not very long, but do you ever get to do anything with your feathers or fur?

[ruevealing]

[The question gets a delighted hoot out of the owlbear. They are touched that Casey would even ask.]

No, there is not much that I can do with either that would not look more foolish than anything. Though when I wore the glamour of an elf, I very much enjoyed getting to play with hairstyles on myself.

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It's hard to imagine you being anyone but yourself. What does an elf look like, anyway?

[Someone give this kid a fantasy novel.]

[ruevealing]

[It has been long enough since Rue had to last slip on their glamour that the very idea does not fill them with immediate dread, so without even a warning, the owlbear is there one moment, and the next, a green-skinned elf is in their place.

And it must a cognitive nightmare, being able to feel Rue and their soft feathers at his side, but to see a much slimmer and shorter figure some distance away. It's likely even stranger to hear Rue's familiar, gentle voice coming out of someone else entirely.]

Like this.

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[Casey flails a bit, startled first at the change and then at the tickle of feathers against his arm where there appears to be no contact. He ducks out of sight below the couch arm for a second or two before lifting back up again, peering at the illusion with a hushed fascination. More magic! Even fancier magic! So cool...]

O-oh, wow... you're really pretty like that, too.