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Scandalabra's ears perked up instantly as he heard chatters from the living room. What a good timing to be in the dining table which is literally next to the living room. He leaned his face quite closely to quietly eavesdrop the conversation of what it appears Maggie and Keyes together.
He could professionally easily pick up some of the things that were mentioned throughout the conversation between the objects. Something serious, something perhaps suspicious... Maggie is always suspecting something, she's the detective of the house and whenever it comes to solving crimes, it's gotta be her.
And Scandalabra found it easier that way if he heard something he shouldn't be hearing about... Perhaps a secret, a clue, accusation or something unnerving.
Abel, as well as Curt and Rod, did notice Scandalabra eavesdropping everytime. Especially Abel, since he had been carrying Scandalabra on him often. Curt and Rod is possibly occupied with Wyndolyn.
His fingers brushed slightly on the back of his ear as he listened carefully, taking every word and memorising it to use and spread it across the house or the player. Oh yes, this is going to be delicious, thought Scandalabra with a sly grin slowly etching on his face. The longer it is, the more scandalously delicious it will get! Oh, the thought of hearing whispers and little secrets from one's lips. How scandalou—
That was until he accidentally tripped over his own ridiculous silver polished shoes. His eyes widened as he didn't have time to react quickly, he bumped his forehead to the wall. A grumpy-menacing looking Wallace turned his head at him, his face contorted a combination of confusion and blankness. If described perfectly, it was to say 'who are you? whatever' as Wallace just walked away casually without saying anything.
"Darned wall." Scandalabra's eyes narrowed in slight annoyance, he waved his hand slightly at the back of Wallace as he walked away. Scandalabra let out a soft sigh before he returned back to his usual self. "Now, now, where was I—"
"Scandalabra!"
His gaze who were focused on the living room were now focused on the source of the sound. Scandalabra's eyebrows raised in surprise as he sees Farya; slightly panicked and wariness plastered on her face.
"Ah, Farya! From the look of your face, darling. I could entirely guess this is about a scandal you heard somewhere." Scandalabra's grin widened, one of his hand on his cheek. "Do say so, yes? I would be more than entertained to hear the doctor in the house, not only they treat the patients but they also the tiny bits of their personal life. It would be delicious, charming, delightful—" He lifted his hand on his chest in a proud manner, he was eager and interested in Farya's presence of meeting him, normally objects dislike his presence or arrival.
"No," Farya cuts him off. "I saw you tripping over yourself, you okay? It doesn't hurt that much right?" Her eyes drops to his shoes, her index finger gently pointed on his silver polished shoes. "Maybe you shouldn't wear that type of shoes, they look horrible and outdated." She blurted out casually. "And that's why your forehead stumbled over Wallace."
Scandalabra lets out a dramatic gasp in mock-offense, his eyes widened in an instant. Jaw dropped. "Oh my. You wound me, Farya. These are not outdated, I'll have you know the people love these shoes. It was a part of the fashion. But unfortunately your generation wouldn't even able to understand the true meaning of this. Hmm?" He lets out a knowing and 'duh' eyebrow at her
"Your forehead must've hurt." Farya stepped closer in front of him, her gaze instantly falls down as she rummaged to her jacket's clear pockets who had gauze, thermometer, ointments, creams and bandages. "But fret not, my friend, I've got brand new bandaids from the plain brown orange ones."
Scandalabra raised an eyebrow with a mix of confusion and interest.
And before he could react... "Poof, one on your forehead." Farya was quick to place a light blue squircle shaped with a picture of a small elephant in the middle of the baidaid right on his forehead. Farya pulled her fingers away with a proud bright smile glued on her face. "There, it's a bandaid with a picture of an elephant. It's really adorable. I have no idea why the player has this though. Probably when they were a child."
Silence occured between them both. "It's too clean. Too new and too fresh to be called when the player bought it since childhood. It looks like it has been untouched, still good as new, really." She shrugs.
"An- An elephant?" Scandalabra blinked. Not in shock, not in surprise. "Farya- I-" Suddenly, he pouted and folded his arms around himself as his gaze looked away. "I am not a child you think you could doll me up. I'll have you know I am personally more mature than I look. The scandals made me mature, I will not be tolerated to be taken care like an infant!"
More bandaid plastered on his face.
"This one had a purple heart and a cat in the middle. Black cat, reminds me really of Timothy, the clock." Farya feigns a soft and sweet smile. No cracks underneath, she's pure and warm. A gentle presence and company to be around.
Few minutes later in, his face were covered with bandaids. If he would to describe this day, he'd call it a bandaid hazard. This damned colourful funny shaped with questionable creatures in the middle is making it even worse.
"I expect more dirt from you, Farya. Oh, don't you find it boring and draining to be fixing people when you have to fix yourself first?" Scandalabra asks, his arms that were crossed tightened slightly before letting go and wanting to touch his face who are almost plastered with such colourful and childish shaped bandaids.
Though Farya didn't let that slide by swatting his hand off from touching his face. "Nope, I don't find it boring. I find it interesting. You could be diagnosed with something you don't even know you had it your entire life! And ah-ah. Don't touch your face, it's almost a work of art!"
Scandalabra scoffed. "It certainly looks like a work of art made by children, yes..."