Room 206, Monday Evening

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Upon surviving the day with nothing worse than a bump on the head, Valentine had found his way back to his own, blissfully glitter-free but probably not entirely safe dorm room. For once, he showed no interest at all in the heavily-guarded side of the room that belonged to 6. Instead, he made his way over to his bed, which he shoved right into the corner, and huddled there. On his bed. In the corner. As you do.
In one hand was a mask. In the other hand was a mask. His face? Was still a mask.
And he was having a wonderful conversation with them.
As you do.
"It must have been the fish, you know," he said as he waved a scowling mask about. "I never did trust fish."
"Oh, no, no, not the fish again. I think it was the glitter," he said, bopping the other, a mask with a huge grin, around in his lap. "Nefarious, evil glitter. Grrr, grrrrrrr."
He paused. And he sighed, and he stared at the pair of masks.
"Not that it matters much, right? Not now that everything is back to normal. No disgusting pink fleshy naked face. All is well with the world."


[ooc: Open for interaction- Valentine isn't having important conversations with himself, really. --- Somewhere during the course of this post, it became ambiguously, and then obviously NWS. Click at your own risk to witness the facepie.]

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Demyx squirmed. Gods, this was so awkward!! Whatever had happened over the weekend, Demyx was still embarrassed like crazy about it.

Moving carefully, as shy people often do, he knocked on the door to what the directory said was Valentine's room.

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Valentine looked up, both masks still in hand.
"The door's open," he said. He was not moving from his safe little corner-spot for anything in the world. Aside from food. And classes. Of course.
After all, he actually rather valued his life, such as it was.

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Demyx pushed the door open, scuffing one boot against the floor. "...Um...hi. I wanted to apologize for this weekend because I wasn't myself and I didn't mean to hit you like that because if I'd been me I wouldn't have and I feel really bad about it and I hope you're all right and..." Demyx had to stop to breathe. "And I just really hope you're okay and I'm really really sorry!" He flailed during the entire speech. And only breathed once in the middle.

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It took Valentine a few moments to soak all of that in well enough to allow him to actually respond.
"Well," he finally said, slowly, tilting his head to the side and tapping at his chin with the scowling mask, "I have to admit, I wasn't really myself, either..."
He paused, putting down the scowling mask and tapping the side of his head with the grinning mask instead. "But on the other hand, I woke up under a bed this morning and spent the whole of Vader's ethics class spreading rumors from under a desk..."

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"I'm sorry!" Demyx bowed deeply, closing his eyes tightly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! And you were really hot this weekend though!"

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"I was not!" Valentine looked up at Demyx, putting the masks down indignantly. "I was all faceless and pink and squishy and... eeeugh!"
Well, it was true.
From his own perspective, anyhow.

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Demyx looked up at him, blinking. "...You think I'm faceless and pink and squishy and eeeugh?" That was a very, very loaded question.

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Valentine didn't much care for loaded questions.
Valentine also lacked tact of any sort.
"By my standards, your face... isn't a face at all. I don't know how to judge 'attractive' by yours." He paused, quirking his head thoughtfuly. "From the chin down, you aren't bad. I can imagine that by your standards, the same applies for the chin up. Where I come from, everyone here would be considered quite... freakish. Except maybe professor Vader and that Nova kid. They have proper faces."

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"...Oh." Demyx pouted a little. "Okay." He shifted from foot to foot. "Anyway...I just wanted to apologize. That's all." No, it wasn't really all, but he was still dealing with the whole 'not having a proper face' thing.

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Valentine dared to lean forward for a moment.
"You know... the funny thing about that is, around here, I'm the freak who doesn't have a proper face."
And then he had his back to the nice, safe wall again, masks once again in hand. "You'd be amazed, since I came here, how many people have accused me of being evil, or alien, or demonic... or a nobody."

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Demyx blinked. "But...you're not a Nobody. I know I said that but I didn't really know and you're not...you're different. You're something special. You're too....alive to be a Nobody." He smiled slightly. "I'm kinda jealous."

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"Jealous? What for? I mean, aside from my stunning good looks, cunning wit, and undeniable charms?"
He grinned, dropping the masks and crossing his arms. "Alright, I concede. There's a good deal to be jealous of."

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Demyx laughed softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Well, I just figured..." He walked over to Valentine, putting his hands on the other boy's shoulders and kissing him lightly. "Should do things properly. Apologize for hitting you, and for making you deal with my ugly face." God, that Shinn guy must've rubbed off on him. He was feeling downright miserable right now.

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Valentine? Might have been a bit with the flaily and the AIEE again.
People in this world must really be okay with kissing. It was a fairly new concept to him, really. Kissing was something done with great difficulty in a world filled with masks. But he saw it about around here a great deal. And now there were lips on his. Which was new.
Really. New.
Also, he was pretty certain that a 'sorry for saying your face was ugly,' was in order.
He wasn't going to say it, though. He was a Valentine, and all.
So he just cleared his throat and grinned again.
"Eh, no hard feelings, or anything like that. It isn't like it's unbearable, right? Just different. Everyone's face is different, for me. And they all look the same."
There was a thoughtful pause.
"And for the hitting? Uh. Don't do it again, and I won't... play dead, or anything."

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It might not really be people in this world, exactly, but Demyx was a kissy-touchy-snuggly type person. He pulled back, then shrugged a little. "I won't hit you again. Promise. I'll stay far away...if that's what you want."

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"Now, I never did say that," Valentine interjected, shaking his head fervently. "Just no hitting. I'm rather fond of the company."
And other things.
"Sheesh, you're starting to sound like that freaky kid you turned into. Don't go doing that, now. Here, I still have some glitter in my pocket. That was fun, right?"
...
That might have come out wrong.
Valentine peered past Demyx toward 6's half of the room.
"We're all about the not being at home to Mister Grumpy, don't you know."

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"Oh." Demyx forcefully tried to get the EMO away from himself. "The glitter might be a bad idea. We killed a vacuum already, after all."

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"Nono, Jason and Shinn killed the vacuum," Valentine said, waving his hands in the air. "I take no responsibility for that."
He put his hands down to his sides.
And paused.
And frowned something of a deep frown as he looked downward to see what the odd, squishy feeling was between his fingers where the masks should have been.
The grinning face seemed to be blueberry pie, between his fingers. And the scowling one was lemon meringue.
"Why? Why do I keep getting my hands stuck in pie?"
Oh, the Valentine lament.

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".....Pie?" Demyx stared. "...Why are you holding pie, Valentine?" Oh yeah. This guy was weird.

Demyx only liked him more for it.

Demyx had bizarre taste.

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"They weren't slices of pie when I put the bloody masks down," Valentine was torn between licking off his fingers or just wiping the pie off on his clothes. "I don't know why I'm holding pie, I just am."
He looked at the squished pie thoughtfully, then held out a gob of it to Demyx. "Blueberry?"

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Demyx crawled up onto the bed with him, completely oblivious to the fact that sucking on Valentine's fingers wasn't exactly, you know, just a friendly gesture.

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If he had eyelids, Valentine would have been blinking.
As it was, his mun was deprived of eyelids after the weekend, and so he quirked his head and pursed his lips curiously.
"Is it good?"
Demyx must really, really have liked pie.

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"Mmm...you tell me?" Demyx looked up at him with a very sly smile, pondering if he needed to go so far as to pull down Valentine's pants and cover him in pie.

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Valentine considered for a moment, then offered Demyx the lemon meringue hand as well. For good measure.
"I haven't tried it yet, but there's plenty to go around..."

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"Mmm...mmkay." Demyx set to work on cleaning off Valentine's other hand. And let it be known that he's one of those types who's VERY, VERY good with his mouth.

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Valentine admired the fact that, when Demyx set about to cleaning up messes, he did a very thorough job doing so.
Pie on his hand? Nil.
"You're pretty good at that," he remarked.
And then paused to consider something.
...
If Demyx was eating slices of pie that were once masks which used to be his face...
Eugggggggh!
He might have started flailing again, looking down in horror at the pie.

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Demyx looked up at him. "...What?" Totally oblivious. "C'mon, I can help you feel better..." He pushed Valentine against the wall, fully intent on removing his clothes and having his way with him. Roommate be damned!

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Valentine was still flailing. A great deal.
"I'm so ssss--ssss!" BUGGER. "So... SADISTIC and I didn't intend to be!"
He pointed at the squished pie pieces on the bed. "Those used to be masks!!"

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"So?" Demyx gave him a smile. "They aren't anymore. And I'm much more interested in what's still on your face. And also...lower...areas of your body..." Whooooooore!

Valentine could always say no!

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Valentine was oblivious and flaily! Being straddled might have been a dead giveaway to most people, but...
"I just fed you my FACE. Without even thinking about it!"
Clearly, the eating of people's faces was a big deal to Valentine, pie or no.

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"Will you feed me something else? I promise I'll just...you know...lick it..." Demyx might have his face in Valentine's crotch by now.

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Valentine? Yes, still flailing.
"No, I mean... Look!" He demonstrated exactly what he was talking about by reaching up and pulling off what was essentially the outer layer of his face. The mask that resulted kept the expression that he had been wearing, the mouth twisted in a state of horrified... horror. The mask-face underneath looked equally horrified. "It really was my face. Euuuuuggggh!"
He flailed the mask about in the air.
And then it became pie.
Banana cream.

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Demyx sighed, swatted Valentine's hand so the mask-pie splattered on the floor by the bed, and proceeded to undress him.

He'd get his mind off the masks-turned-pie, even if it took him all night.

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Valentine, who was somewhat concerned about the fact that Demyx was undressing him and he was covered in pie that was once his face, proceeded to drag Demyx to the inside of his closet, where his roomie would not have to deal with baring witness to Demyx's unique facepie-cleaning techniques.