Truly Twisted (Floyd Leech x OC)

Good Intentions

Dr. Pendragon's medication worked.

Ophelia, however, forgot to inform Grim. After a small accident, the cat was traumatized and decided to share his trauma with Ace and Deuce.

Deuce looked more conflicted than when he found out that not all eggs hatched. Ace was just disgusted and wanted nothing more to do with the information.

Cater, however, had more information than Ophelia ever dreamed a man could give her.

"My sisters tell me WAY too much," he admitted as he played with his hair. "But, it's good that Dr. Pendragon is looking out for the student body. Flight class might be difficult though. You could probably tell Vargas you want to do laps or something."

"Huh. I guess he would appreciate some initiative."

Cater tilted his head, "You're surprisingly unbothered by this."

"I am VERY bothered. I would have never thought of someone being able to SMELL it. Now, that would be embarrassing. I've got it under control, otherwise." She scrunched her nose in distaste, "I've been trying to avoid the subject but it's all everyone's talking about. I'm sorry, Cay-Cay."

He smiled, "No problem, Fifi. This world isn't like yours, so if you have any issues with...that...just ask me and I'll ask my sisters."

She teared up, "Thank you."

"And, there's the waterworks," he sighed as he pulled her in for a hug. He rubbed her back as she tried to compose herself. "Say, don't you have a concert today? You can't perform all blotchy faced."

She sniffled and wiped her face, "Yeah, you're right. I need to go figure out Ramshackle makeup."

Cater tutted, "Nope, you're going to use decent cosmetics for a concert this important. You're with me."

She followed Cater to Heartslabyul and stumbled up the wonky illusion stairs, into his room. He sat her on his bed and dropped a bag full of makeup on his desk, "Let's figure out this perfect Ramshackle look."

"I'm thinking grunge," she said.

He blinked, "...What?"

She whistled, "Guess I'm bringing back the 90s. I'll work on the makeup and you go grab my dorm uniform."

He left as she started drawing what she was talking about. It would be totally easy for Cater.

When Cater returned, Grim was with him, wearing a new bow made of patches. "Our dorm uniform is perfect for us!"

Cater picked up her drawing and stared at it, horrified, "Fifi, your artwork is horrendous." He studied it for a moment, "But, I get your vibe. I can totes do it."

She did as Cater demanded as he applied layer after layer of makeup. When he finished, he left so she could change into her dorm outfit. She tugged on the black tank top that looked like someone had flicked bleach across it, giving it weird orange stains and tugged on her army green canvas jacket that was more patchwork than canvas. Her pants were faded skinny jeans with various rips and holes. Her back left pocket was a specific patch that was made to look like the boarded up windows. Her boots were black and scuffed, the laces not bothering to reach the top three holes. Somehow they kept a snug fit despite looking loose. Honestly, it was perfectly Ramshackle.

Once she tied her hair up into a messy bun, she told Cater to come back. He was completely speechless, which could be good or bad. Grim loved the look.

"I love it! It's definitely nothing like any of the other dorms! Definitely getting a selfie of this design before you become too famous for ya boy. Cmon, Grimmy, you too."