They laid together amongst themselves for a while, Veneer enjoyed being held and cared for as he laid on top of Floyd's chest, he got to take a sneak peek as Floyd rested his eyes. He stared at his face and noticed just how most of his features didn't change, instead they simply shifted in a way that makes it seems he never changed at all. He noticed the smallest details he's never seen before, even without his glasses or contacts, he noticed the smallest scatter of glitter running over the bridge of his nose, the sides of his face, the ends of his ears, and even the tiniest bit over his top lip.
He truly saw beauty upon him and wished he had noticed sooner, he also noticed how his tail didn't seem to let go of him, and instead wrapped itself around his waist or sometimes his arm. Veneer found it cute and even touched it a couple times, he jumped a bit when he first tried it, he saw how his gentle touch seemed to instigate such a reaction from Floyd as he blushed profusely for a while. He didn't understand why that happened but he could only guess it must also be a vulnerable and sensitive part of Floyd's body just like his hair.
Speaking of which, he noticed how it was kept in its normal updo, kinda like ice cream, and he would feel how soft and fluffy it was compared to his own. Veneer knew his own hair would never feel the same as his due to its protective layer surrounding it, he knew his hair was much denser and meant for harsher climates but Floyd's hair also fascinated him. The ability to shape and use your own hair as defense or a weapon was a bit surreal to him, he often wondered why Floyd never used that ability to escape before Velvet caught him. But other than that, he loved the color of his hair, it suited him so well and brought out his own beauty, hell even his tail matched with its own fur on the ends.
As he laid on his chest, he noticed how soft and warm he was to the touch, he also noticed the very faint touch of fur all over his body. It felt like touching and hugging an oversized teddy bear, which he also found cute. He saw the difference between their skin tone, milky white against sky blue, Veneer wasn't one to discriminate since many Mount Rageons are made up of many colors and shade, he assumes trolls are as well. He just thought his complexion was too much of a attention-catcher and felt controversial, he knew light and clear skin tones were much preferred over the much darker variety, so he often felt subjective due to one's personal and private opinion as perspective for his complexion and subconsciously often favored when he's done nothing to earn that.
Veneer felt completely relaxed and at peace in the moment, he felt as if all his troubles went away and he's now living happily ever after like in the stories his mama read to him for bed. But that's not what's going on, and that's not what's happening. They still had to find a way to prevent Velvet's letter from being received by Brozone, or if it had been delivered, they'd need a way to pinpoint how far along they've gone to intercept and warn them. He didn't know how they'd do that but he's sure they'd find a way.
"..neer, Veneer..Veneer!" he was snapped out of his thought bubble to being lightly shaken in place by a hand on his shoulder, he quickly looked up and noticed Floyd's worried expression,
"I..uh..yes?" he was confused and wondered if Floyd had been talking to him this whole time but he's been zoned out to listen,
"I was asking if I could wear some of the clothes you've brought along..?" Floyd asked gently, running a hand through his green locks noticing Veneer's rapid blinking to regain focus,
"O-oh! Sure! I think some will fit.." he reassured him as he started to sit up.
He shifted the blanket to pool around his waist to cover up, he even fixed it a bit to also cover up Floyd, he kept his eyes above his chest when fixing the blanket. Once that was done, Floyd gave him a confused look as Veneer was facing away from him and started to stretch a bit, the whole scene was so new to watch with Floyd's new stance. He watched as Veneer stretched his arms up above his hand and clasped them together as they started to swirl together, there was a small clink sound once his arms tightened, he loosened his arms once again and let them fall. He reached over to the bathrobe hanging off the bed and put it on, Floyd looked away for a bit as he got off the bed to fix it around himself, then looked back to see Veneer now fully standing up next to the bed.
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Fanfiction"Just because she's your sister doesn't mean you should let her treat you like garbage." Veneer looked up at his vanity, where the bottle stood near the edge which gave Floyd a clear view of Veneer sat on the ground in a crouched position holding hi...
