"I'm only fun when I'm having a good time too," Taura points out
reasonably, turning away from the cabinet to look at him. She will be very
serious and unfun forever if he continues to not give a shit about her
feelings, in other words. She's pretty easygoing in general, but he
stepped all over her weak points.
She suppresses the twinges of pity she can feel when he hits that bit at
the end, the small reminder of her own crying breakdown in the subbasement
of Ryoval's when she assumed Miles didn't see her as a person.
"I haven't said a word about what you are, because I never like it
when people focus on what I am rather than who I am." She has heroically
not mentioned the smell! Even if it's seared into her nostrils now! She's
going to go stand in the shower after this with something strongly scented
under her nose! Maybe she should find a way to covertly plug her nostrils
next time.
"It only matters what you do." On the reason they're here, she adds, "Do
you want to come over here and choose a shade of green?"
He has his arm over his face, in probably what would have been a dramatic pose had it been anyone other than Betelgeuse doing it. He's listening, though; after a while he mumbles;
"Yeah, well, I don't know. Okay?! I don't KNOW that people don't think it's funny not to be murdered and they get all bent out of shape about being possessed. You people have all these stupid invisible rules!"
BJ, murder is bad everywhere.
He sniffles but sits up, blinking away evil tears;
"Yes please. But now I want purple; it reflects my mood better. God I miss my hair."
"Murder is never funny to people who are mortal. Except on the Barge, we
don't come back from it." And Taura, for one, loves being alive.
"Nobody will be around to laugh at your jokes if you kill them. And bodily
autonomy is very important to some people. Especially when they've been
denied it before."
Taura, who was quite literally property for the first sixteen years
of her life, her body dedicated to someone else's science experiment, feels
very strongly about bodily autonomy.
"If you're trying to tell whether people will find a joke funny, a good
guideline is whether it will hurt them or make them feel powerless." Those
are the unfunny punch lines.
"And if you're planning on changing your haircolor every time you change
your mood, you'd better take a couple colors." She'll let him leave the
spa with the dye bottles if he wants to and hope it doesn't backfire in the
form of practical jokes. Bleach is staying here, though. "If you need to
lighten your hair in between, call me to come get the bleach."
"Well of course breathers don't find it funny when they die, but I DO." He exclaims, frustrated at Taura's inability to understand humor. But he goes with a sigh, making invisible check marks in the air;
"Fine. People do not like either being killed or make-out parties. Christ, you'd think this hellboat would be one big orgy but 'noooo, BJ, there are rules."
He huffs and drags himself up out of the chair, looking over the dyes being placed in his arms.
Taura will just pointedly ignore that first bit, because what's even the
point of arguing with someone who thinks murder is a laugh.
"Most people like makeout parties, if they got to choose who to make out
with." Possession-induced or otherwise coerced makeout parties, on the
other hand? Nope. Even if her nose is still so offended that the
idea of anyone choosing to make out with him seems impossible. "Plenty of
people have found somebody to kiss here. Or more than one somebody."
Hair styling is an easier topic. "There's hairspray over there, by the
mirrors."
"You might eventually find someone willing. Without possession."
It won't be her, but the ship is full of people who are more accepting than
Taura's used to! ...She wonders if anyone has no sense of smell at all.
"And it's easier to fix your hair if the mirror's in one piece," she
offers, since he seemed depressed about not breaking mirrors.
"Shyeah. Right, Taura. Not getting fooled by love again."
It's probably a good time to intervene; BJ has been with powers for so long that he's forgotten or has no idea that dumping half a bottle of hair dye and using his hands and the comb to purplify his hair is not a great idea.
After this conversation, Taura has some concerns about what his love life
consisted off before he got 'fooled.'
"Gloves," she points out. "Unless you want purple hands too. There
should be some your size over there. You might also want to put a little
bit of vaseline around your ears and neck and forehead so the dye won't
stick there, either."
Taura winces a little at that, but she supposes he can make his own bad
fashion choices. They clearly won't be the first bad choices he's
made! "Alright, then."
Using his hands, he starts to pull at his hair, getting it back to his usual spikey monstrosity. The dye runs down his roots a little but he wipes it with the back of his sleeve before it gets too close to his eyes.
"You missed a spot, a couple inches above your neck. Do you want me to get
a handheld mirror so you can see the back yourself?" In case he's
forgotten that trick what with not having been able to look in a mirror
without it shattering, she adds on second thought, "That way you can look
at the reflection of your reflection. It's useful when you're trying to do
your own hair."
Helpful answer, but still not going for her gloves.
"Fuck." He growls to himself, making slapping motions with his hand against the back of his neck and the offending area. "Nope, no, I'll get it."
An idea!
"Hey, stand back a sec, will you?"
Betelgeuse starts to shake himself out to dry, a bit feline in both behavior and sheer obnoxiousness, as flecks of purple dye start to coat the surrounding area.
"Way better. Thanks, Taura. You're great. And I don't just say that because you're hot; I needed this."
Taura sighs. She'll have to clean that up later. Fives has already gotten
one request from her today, what's another?
"You know you'll need to rinse it out after awhile, don't you?" she says.
"I would recommend wrapping your head for now and rinsing it no later than
tomorrow morning."
"It will probably start to look pretty bad eventually, and it will get
everywhere in the meantime. It might even destroy your hair; I'm not
sure. Colorful dye's a lot easier on your hair than some dyes are, but
it's not made to stay on there forever." Sorry she didn't warn you, BJ!
Taura didn't think about the fact that not everyone with green hair has a
clue how hair dye works.
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"I'm only fun when I'm having a good time too," Taura points out reasonably, turning away from the cabinet to look at him. She will be very serious and unfun forever if he continues to not give a shit about her feelings, in other words. She's pretty easygoing in general, but he stepped all over her weak points.
She suppresses the twinges of pity she can feel when he hits that bit at the end, the small reminder of her own crying breakdown in the subbasement of Ryoval's when she assumed Miles didn't see her as a person.
"I haven't said a word about what you are, because I never like it when people focus on what I am rather than who I am." She has heroically not mentioned the smell! Even if it's seared into her nostrils now! She's going to go stand in the shower after this with something strongly scented under her nose! Maybe she should find a way to covertly plug her nostrils next time.
"It only matters what you do." On the reason they're here, she adds, "Do you want to come over here and choose a shade of green?"
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"Yeah, well, I don't know. Okay?! I don't KNOW that people don't think it's funny not to be murdered and they get all bent out of shape about being possessed. You people have all these stupid invisible rules!"
BJ, murder is bad everywhere.
He sniffles but sits up, blinking away evil tears;
"Yes please. But now I want purple; it reflects my mood better. God I miss my hair."
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"Murder is never funny to people who are mortal. Except on the Barge, we don't come back from it." And Taura, for one, loves being alive. "Nobody will be around to laugh at your jokes if you kill them. And bodily autonomy is very important to some people. Especially when they've been denied it before."
Taura, who was quite literally property for the first sixteen years of her life, her body dedicated to someone else's science experiment, feels very strongly about bodily autonomy.
"If you're trying to tell whether people will find a joke funny, a good guideline is whether it will hurt them or make them feel powerless." Those are the unfunny punch lines.
"And if you're planning on changing your haircolor every time you change your mood, you'd better take a couple colors." She'll let him leave the spa with the dye bottles if he wants to and hope it doesn't backfire in the form of practical jokes. Bleach is staying here, though. "If you need to lighten your hair in between, call me to come get the bleach."
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"Fine. People do not like either being killed or make-out parties. Christ, you'd think this hellboat would be one big orgy but 'noooo, BJ, there are rules."
He huffs and drags himself up out of the chair, looking over the dyes being placed in his arms.
"Got any hairspray?"
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Taura will just pointedly ignore that first bit, because what's even the point of arguing with someone who thinks murder is a laugh.
"Most people like makeout parties, if they got to choose who to make out with." Possession-induced or otherwise coerced makeout parties, on the other hand? Nope. Even if her nose is still so offended that the idea of anyone choosing to make out with him seems impossible. "Plenty of people have found somebody to kiss here. Or more than one somebody."
Hair styling is an easier topic. "There's hairspray over there, by the mirrors."
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Then, a sad sigh and a lowering of his shoulders.
"Usually it breaks." BJ snatches up a comb and the hairspray and starts to squint at his hair.
"Yeah, I KNOW. And I'm alone. Thanks for rubbing it in, Taura."
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"You might eventually find someone willing. Without possession." It won't be her, but the ship is full of people who are more accepting than Taura's used to! ...She wonders if anyone has no sense of smell at all.
"And it's easier to fix your hair if the mirror's in one piece," she offers, since he seemed depressed about not breaking mirrors.
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It's probably a good time to intervene; BJ has been with powers for so long that he's forgotten or has no idea that dumping half a bottle of hair dye and using his hands and the comb to purplify his hair is not a great idea.
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After this conversation, Taura has some concerns about what his love life consisted off before he got 'fooled.'
"Gloves," she points out. "Unless you want purple hands too. There should be some your size over there. You might also want to put a little bit of vaseline around your ears and neck and forehead so the dye won't stick there, either."
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Taura winces a little at that, but she supposes he can make his own bad fashion choices. They clearly won't be the first bad choices he's made! "Alright, then."
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"Hey Taura, how's it looking from the back?"
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"You missed a spot, a couple inches above your neck. Do you want me to get a handheld mirror so you can see the back yourself?" In case he's forgotten that trick what with not having been able to look in a mirror without it shattering, she adds on second thought, "That way you can look at the reflection of your reflection. It's useful when you're trying to do your own hair."
Helpful answer, but still not going for her gloves.
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An idea!
"Hey, stand back a sec, will you?"
Betelgeuse starts to shake himself out to dry, a bit feline in both behavior and sheer obnoxiousness, as flecks of purple dye start to coat the surrounding area.
"Way better. Thanks, Taura. You're great. And I don't just say that because you're hot; I needed this."
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Taura sighs. She'll have to clean that up later. Fives has already gotten one request from her today, what's another?
"You know you'll need to rinse it out after awhile, don't you?" she says. "I would recommend wrapping your head for now and rinsing it no later than tomorrow morning."
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"I want it to stay just like this."
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"It will probably start to look pretty bad eventually, and it will get everywhere in the meantime. It might even destroy your hair; I'm not sure. Colorful dye's a lot easier on your hair than some dyes are, but it's not made to stay on there forever." Sorry she didn't warn you, BJ! Taura didn't think about the fact that not everyone with green hair has a clue how hair dye works.