capeandcowl | seven- video

[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.

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Controlling then.

Would you want someone screwing with your best friend like you are with Mitch?

On the level that I'm screwing with Mitch?

My friend would have to be a fucking pansy.

I didn't say that he wasn't.

No I mean.

I'll look out for my friends but this kind of harassment doesn't mean I should jump and give them cozies. That would be fucking insulting.

[She should probably address the rest of this, but:]

...tea cozies?

No. It means I don't have to be there for them for every little thing.

Why didn't you just say that instead?

Because.

Is being straightforward not cool or something?

It's totally lame to be straightforward.

Guess that's why I'm the Cavewoman, huh.

Duh. Have you been sleeping under your rock?

Don't know. I think I might be getting senile. But it would explain the crick in my neck...

You're totally sleeping under those rocks.

That's bad for your health.

It warms my frigid heart to know you care so much about me.

I really try to look out for the elderly.

I'll remember that when I walk into traffic and you conveniently aren't around to help me cross.

Don't die on me now, auntie.

I can't make any promises, kiddo.

We'll have to put you in a retirement home.

I hope they have jell-o. Boy, do I like jell-o. You know, I used to walk ten -- no twenty -- miles in the snow for jell-o when I was your age!

No one cares about your sob stories for jell-o.

What about the time I walked fifteen miles in the snow for waffles?

It didn't snow year round.

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