We swore oaths that we'd only take them off once people really got to know us. You know, so people wouldn't get won over by our looks right away or anything.
[not that she could blame anyone who sided with her for her looks; she knows she's super cute, thanks]
Since there are still a bunch of you that haven't gotten to know all of us, we can't just take them off in public.
[the elevator dings and comes to a stop, and the elevator doors open up to view a living space that is way too big for a single person. It's a suite that leads from the space in the wall by the TV all the way through the archways to her actual bedroom.
On the table is the drawing Luke did. It's framed. She picks it up.]
[The size of the room is absolutely captivating—and pink. Very, very, very pink. He stares, open-mouthed, taking the whole pink horror in, wondering who the hell let this actually happen, who approved its construction—was it based off a real room, or was it Chloe's perfect space? So many questions--
--All of them erased, the moment he sees the framed image
Well, a bunch of idiots keep breaking into my room, so I figured framing it was better than taping it up on the walls because with my luck they'd try and take it down to look at it but end up ripping it.
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he goes, but it's nearly reluctant.
she definitely didn't like it.]
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She's punching in a set of numbers on the keypad. The door shuts behind them, and as the elevator starts to head up, she pulls off the mask.]
Ugh, I wish this contest would be over already so I could stop wearing this.
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[he can't help but ask, even if he is tucked in the corner of the lift, wondering what the hell is going to happen now.]
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[not that she could blame anyone who sided with her for her looks; she knows she's super cute, thanks]
Since there are still a bunch of you that haven't gotten to know all of us, we can't just take them off in public.
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[oh!]
Are some of the gods super ugly?!
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[someone should have knocked her down to zero and killed her before fortune :/ ]
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But
he is grinning.]
...Well, you know what they say about looks...
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[she does not, in fact, know what they say about looks]
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That... it's...
...only skin-deep?
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..."They can't all look as good as I do"?
Come on, even you have to admit that was a little shallow, even if you do look good!
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[He's still trying not to laugh.]
Where are you taking me, anyway?
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[the elevator dings and comes to a stop, and the elevator doors open up to view a living space that is way too big for a single person. It's a suite that leads from the space in the wall by the TV all the way through the archways to her actual bedroom.
On the table is the drawing Luke did. It's framed. She picks it up.]
Help me pick somewhere to put this.
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--All of them erased, the moment he sees the framed image
He points at it, mind blanking.]
Huh!? You framed it?!
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What do you think?
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somehow, even though it's a really embarrassing drawing
he's
extremely happy about it.]
...I-Is it really worth framing?