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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.]

[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.

[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.]

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. :>]

[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?

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[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.

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

[Someone give this kid a fantasy novel.]

[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.

[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.

[Rue is certainly more used to compliments like that in this form, but coming from Casey, they know it isn't just mere flattery.

Knowing the owlbear as he does, Casey would be able to hear the fond smile and warmth in their voice, but it does not necessarily translate as well to their elven expression, which only pinches a little at the cheek.]

You are always so sweet, dear. Most elves are.

[And because Rue is all too happy to turn this too into a learning experience, they turn their head to give the teen a better view of their pointy ears.]

Most elves are fairly dainty and graceful, with pointed, elongated ears.

[Casey takes advantage of the offer to peer more closely at the illusion, climbing up to sit backwards on the couch arm and lean in. The ears are definitely something he'd noticed right away.]

You look kind of like a witch yokai. Most of them had ears like that, and different coloured skin. And magic, of course.

[The expression looks so weird, though. Even with an owlbear's face, it's so easy to recognize Rue's moods, how kind and friendly they are. With a more humanoid face, he'd expect that to continue, but not so much, it seems.]

I wonder if there are other similarities there. The term elf could only apply to the realms I am used to. It wouldn't be so unheard of to have certain races overlap across different worlds just under different names.

[Rue has heard of giant owl yokais before. Who is to say that a giant owlbear yokai does not exist somewhere too?

But after Casey get his fill examining them, Rue's elven glamour gives a little shoulder shake and the spell dissipates downwards in a sparkle of soft, magical glitter, leaving Rue just as they always are, giant and feathery and ready for hugs.

And just in time as the kettle whistles from the kitchen.]

Maybe! Witches are yokai but they can also be animal yokai at the same time... overlaps already exist.

[He gives their arm a light pat as he slides off the couch, reassuring himself of their proper return to normal. Feel feathers, see feathers. The world is back to how it should be.]

I like you better this way. Your smile looks happier.

[And off he goes to the kitchen to finish making cocoa-]

[casey you cant just SAY things like that!!

And how lucky they are that he frolics off because Rue needs a moment to just breathe after that incredibly sweet, entirely unexpected comment. Considering they do not have a true smile, to be told their smile looks happier as they are, even if Rue knows it is true, to have that truth acknowledged is healing in a way they didn't know they needed.

Whew. They'll be fine, Rue's just full of emotions right now.]

[he CAN and he SHOULD and he WILL-

but okay, he'll be back in a minute with his cocoa, setting the mug on the tray for a moment before crawling back into the blanket nest and returning to his burrowed position, fetching his drink and looking comfortable once more. Completely heedless of the Emotions he just evoked.]

All set!

[Rue's just going to bring Casey in for more cuddles by the time they hit play, all too content to just nuzzle close and watch some mindless, if not utterly fascinating videos. It's part of a playlist, so when this one finishes, another will automatically play after, and so on and so forth, so they can just sip their drinks, nibble on cookies, and enjoy the soothing hair videos for the rest of the evening together.]

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