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“—pretty.”
Two’s hand pauses from rewriting his notes, eyes blinking in confusion–rather, in disbelief at what his ears had just picked up.
He looks up from his desk to his laptop, a view of his bewildered face being reflected on the small window in the corner as his companion’s icon flashed green before hearing them chuckle from the other end of the call.
“What?”
“I said your eyelashes are pretty,” they repeated, “have they always been this long?”
It was such an out of the blue thing to say considering that they were just doing their work on call. A compliment? Is this what a compliment is?
Two looks away, the redenning of his cheeks were quick to appear and he could only hope that it wasn’t visible from the other side of their screen. He was unsure of what to say or how to respond since… it’s not every day that he gets complimented, let alone his looks.
“I guess? I don’t know, I never noticed it myself.” There was a soft hum from M’s side of the call, then a giggle that made his heart race just a bit.
“They’re really pretty. I’m kinda jealous since mine’s not as long as yours.”
Oh, so it was that kind of talk.
“What’s there to be jealous of? They’re just eyelashes.”
“But they’re long and pretty! I always had to put on false lashes just so they could curl up because of how short mine are.”
Two scrunches up his nose in confusion, resting against his palm as he pouted. He wondered why it seemed like a big deal to them when out of all the members in the server, M was the last person to come to mind when talking about their looks. They didn’t seem fond of showing themselves on camera whenever they’re on call and they tend to avoid topics about their physical appearance so he assumed that they didn’t like talking about that kind of topic.
“Are they that bad–the false ones, I mean.”
M went quiet for a moment to think, then let out another hum, “not really, it’s just annoying having to put them on and then pull them off every time I wear heavy makeup.” The horror on Two’s face when they said that so casually made the brunette laugh before reassuring them that it wasn’t as painful as he’d thought.
“The glue isn’t like some kind of super glue that makes it difficult to pull off. It’s just tedious to do it every time.”
His cheeks flushed red once again while he cleared his throat, “I-I knew that.”
And another giggle from the other end of the call warms his heart. He wonders if he should be happy to have made them laugh over that or be embarrassed for himself.
Two was the first to fall silent between them, his eyes glancing down at his notes before slowly looking back up to his screen. He lingers on their Pompompurin icon for a moment before staring straight into the camera, his expression softening. There was a lump stuck in his throat as he takes a moment gather every bit of courage in his system before finally opening his mouth:
“I think you’re pretty.”
There was an unbearably awkward silence after saying those words. Two, a person who had never seen their face on calls or photos before, had just called them pretty. He called M pretty despite having never seen what they look like. He physically restrained himself from slapping his forehead and hiding away in shame until he heard them burst into laughter. Now he wished he could dig a grave and bury himself in it.
“And how do you know for sure that I look pretty?”
“Um, gut feeling?”
“Lame!”
And their laughter rang in his ears once more. Two could only look away in embarrassment but before he could finally go back to focus on his work, M sighs affectionately.
“Thanks.”
“For?”
“For trying to cheer me up. It was nice of you to do that.”
It was times like this when he wished that he could see the smile on their face from his side of the screen. Two clears his throat and looks away, not wanting to show the flushing of his cheeks again.
At least he got complimented by them for the first time.