(Hockey BxB) Whistle In The Wind

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╔══《"I thought I'd uncovered your 》══╗
secrets, but turns out there's more."

       "What's that?" Lucien asked.

       "Concealer."

       "Why do you have yellow, orange, and green concealer?" Váli laughed. They had only been on facetime for thirty minutes. Currently, he was showing Luc his self care products, because he had asked.

       "Well that's not concealer, that's color corrector," he commented.

       "Well still, what's it used for?"

       "Well, if you have like really red skin or really dark under eyes, concealer alone isn't enough to cover it because that color still shows through,"

       "Right..."

       "So sometimes, you have to use a color corrector to neutralize that area first, then you use concealer or something else over it," Váli finished explaining.

       "Ohhh, so why do you have yellow and orange?" Luc queried.

       "You ask a lot of questions," Vál chuckled, "And yellow and orange are used for blues and purples."

       "Yeah, but, last I checked, you aren't an avatar or something. When would you need to cover blue and purple?"

       "Again with the questions..." Vál laughed, his voice trailing off. After a second of silence, he responded "For eye bags. I mainly only use the makeup for competitions..." he lied.

       "Ohhh, that makes sense," Lucien nodded, satisfied with the explanation. "Do you have a lot of competitions?"

       "A decent amount, why?" Vál reasoned.

       "I don't know, you just have a lot of concealer. Like a lot, a lot. Like, why do you need that many bottles."

       "You're awfully curious, aren't you," Váli smiled, "I just like to be prepared. Now, are you done with the questions?"

       "I suppose..." Lucien pouted. Finally finished with that conversation, Váli flipped the camera back to his face, and hobbled out of the bathroom. His ankle hadn't gotten any better. In fact, he was convinced it had gotten worse.

       It had swollen up now, looking significantly bigger than the other. Trying to ignore it, he headed for his door. His brother's room, next door, was dead quiet. He's probably already asleep. As Váli was about to enter his own room, he turned his head to stare at the door at the end of the hallway.

       His parents' room. The room was almost uninhabited. Looking at the door sent a shiver down his back. He hadn't gone in that room in a long time, a long, long time. Váli knew they hadn't come home in a while, but he still checked around each corner of the house. He still looked behind him when walking, and he still glanced out the window to the spot in the driveway where their car would be parked.

       It's hard to break habits, I guess. "So, what're your plans for tomorrow?" Lucien questioned, keeping their conversation going.

       "Um, not sure yet. I don't have skating, so I'll probably just binge a show," he responded, flopping onto his bed.

       "Nice, nice. What show? I feel like you'd watch shows like The Vampire Diaries, or some shit," Luc laughed at himself.

       "Um, excuse me! What's wrong with The Vampire Diaries! You probably only watch like, The Office, or Seinfeld," Váli rebutted, trying to defend himself.