seven- video

[futureleader]

[cue the brief roar of a shower before the sound of the water being shut off.]

Keeping up a profile is hard work sometimes. Not in an everyday sense of style and appearance but with notable features, like your face. [the feed clicks on to Quentin drying his hair out with a towel. it's relatively normal, until you take a closer look at the pink stains in the towel and streaked across his white shirt.] Since the first impressions come from the face, we look for a couple of key traits. But, no matter the judgement, we use these keys to support our impressions and info of the person.

Say you take a guy in glasses with well kept hair who dresses sharply. What would you think of him? Now take the same guy, shave his hair and dye it, and give him faded and raggedy clothing. Would your opinion change? [he pauses briefly to remove the towel around his head, unveiling his newly dyed pink hair.] Come on, don't lie. We're all a little biased.

It's the very principle of being judged or having that distinct face that we strive for appearances.

Comments

[futureleader]

Judged by who?

[viced]

Anyone possible!

[futureleader]

And for what, Mitchell? I'm not afraid of being judged because I can manipulate people's impressions and distort their perception as needed.

Unless... you need a reminder?

[viced]

I don't.

You like to bring it up whenever you have the fucking opportunity.

[futureleader]

If you've got it, flaunt it.

[viced]

You know, flaunting it is a way to give us a wide berth to avoid you.

[futureleader]

Yet here you are talking to me.

Either you want something, and Edward's come to save face. Or you're intrigued by something. Don't worry, I know I tend to have that effect upon people

[viced]

Honestly, I think it's hilarious that you're talking about keeping up a specific profile.

[futureleader]

I didn't specify keeping up which profile.

[viced]

I noticed that, thanks! I think it's pretty obvious.

[futureleader]

Why so bitter, Mitchell?

Something making you feel let down? C'mon. We're friends. Friends talk about their problems.

[viced]

Oh, we're friends now? When the fuck did that happen?

[futureleader]

We've always been friends!

[viced]

Shit no, we haven't!

[futureleader]

Yeah we have! Don't hurt my feelings, Mitch.

[viced]

Oh, I'm fucking sorry.

[futureleader]

Why do you have to be such a bitch?

[viced]

[ Flatly: ] A bitch. Really? That's the best you can come up with?

[futureleader]

Why do you have to be a motherfucking titty-sucking whiney little snot bitch.

[viced]

[ An exhale. ]

This is where you're going to go? Insult me? That's it?

[futureleader]

[ a pause.]

At least my mother wasn't a cunt dumpster, like yours.

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[viced]

[ A hiss ]

I know my mother, and she isn't that.

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[futureleader]

Nobody knows their mother well enough.

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[viced]

My mom and I were close.

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[futureleader]

[there's a significant pause, like Quentin's grasping to understand it.]

So? Mommy doesn't tell her precious little titsucker everything.