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Mr. And Mrs. Good Guy
🕑 Added 2023-09-23 20:21:59 +0000 UTC"Always a treat."
Chrysante's words were laced with a thin layer of sarcasm as he collected the pieces of his Redbug kit. Tucking his mascaras, eyeshadows, and false tattoos away, the civet shot a polite smile at the pink hedgehog before him, ignoring the uncomfortable churning in his gut as she offered payment for his last-minute expertise.
The sickly sweet scent of cinnamon sugar glaze flooded his senses like nothing else could. The smell was like an old friend as it drew reluctant desires to the surface, making his mouth water, and at the same time forcing an audible groan from the pit of his stomach.
He'd sworn off these things… but of course it would be Flair's girlfriend to tempt him in the most awkward setting possible.
He couldn't resist her cinnamon rolls. Had he not known any better, he would have assumed she was offering this specific dessert on purpose. Chrysante let his gaze linger on the neatly topped swirls for a moment before taking the wicker basket from her.
"I remember your face. I know how much you like em'." She added, standing up from her vanity's chair.
Amelia clasped her paws together and smiled at the civet. Having admired his progress through the mirror, she was clearly pleased with the finished work. She looked just like the reference she provided, and she had no doubt 'Dexter' would capture the other half of their couple's costume just as well.
Though she couldn't quite recall how Dexter came to meet the makeup artist, she counted herself lucky that his sphere of influence was cast so far. She was prominent around Central City sure, but Dexter seemed to have ties to everyone.
Not even she could conjure up beautician on such short notice, and how lucky was it that he happened to be a regular at the Sweet Soiree, one she instantly recognized. Amelia pursed her lips to remark on the last time Chrysante visited the bakery.
"You buy so many at once. Y'know…you and Dexter are my biggest supporters."
She beamed. "When you snap our picture, would you take one of yourself? I wanna share it at the bakery. You've been a big help to the Sweet Soiree and deserve to be on the wall."
Chrysante exhaled softly, unaware that he'd been holding his breath. "Yeah sure. I take great selfies."
With how excited she was, Chrys couldn't bring himself to deflate the mood by telling her he was trying to quit them. He shot her a playful grin and winked instead.
"Exactly how long do I have to wait for this? It's been an hour"
That was Dexter's voice. Last she knew, the smoky lynx was grumpily sat in the kitchenette, nursing his irritation with more of the Sickly Sweet rolls. They were waiting on his facepaint and his hair to dry…
As if he'd called for her specifically, Amelia skipped off to the source of Dexter's voice, eager to get a look at her boyfriend's transformation into a doll.
"How do I look?" Amelia asked.
Amelia practically twirled in, striking a playful pose that didn't quite suit her costume. She sashays around to meet the lynx's gaze, and her green eyes grow wide at the sight of the massive scar on his face.
"T-that looks so real!" She stammered. Amelia leaned in for a closer look, finding it hard to resist running her hand over Dexter's cheek. It looked like he'd been gashed with an axe.
"Huh?" Dexter raised an eyebrow and turned around in the chair. "What looks real?"
The couple's ears perked up in tandem at the sound of the front door abruptly slamming.
Instantly suspicious, Dexter rose from the chair and sprinted off and towards the bathroom. There were only a few seconds of silence before Dexter's pained howling rattled her glassware.
He stared at his mirror image for what felt like hours, running his clawed fingers down the left side of his once beautiful face. His hair was streaked with a ginger orange, and with the scar painted on, he looked like a crime scene.
He scrubbed again….but everything was dry, and it wouldn't be wiped away so easily.
"That dirty mother--" he growled, biting his tongue as he picked up the sound of Amelia's heels on the tile.
"Something wrong?" She stepped a bit closer to the shuddering lynx, a soft smile replacing her confusion.
"I think you look great. It's so scary. The kids are gonna love us."
"Kids?" He replied, still preoccupied with the look of his face. "Oh right. Kids. The little monsters I'll have to share my rolls with.
"Mmhm, and I'm sooooo happy you decided to chaperone with me." Amelia wrapped her arms around the deflated lynx and nuzzled against his back. "We could use an officer there just in case, and who knows, we might even place in the costume contest."
"But first…. we gotta get our picture taken! It's getting late."
Cellphone in hand, Amelia expected to see the civet waiting for her--but no, Mr. Noxus, his kit, and his gift basket had all but disappeared.
"Coward." She heard Dexter mutter. She watched him retrieve his own cellphone, and cozied up to him as he snapped a photo of the two of them.
Dexter admired the image, and teased at his two-toned mane.
"Y'know Pinkie. Scar or not. If looks could kill, we'd be guilty of a massacre."
