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Wemmbu tied his hair up in a high ponytail every day. Same hairstyle, same hair tie, same amount of hair framing the front of his face. He'd perfected it, but he would never wear it like that in public, only around his friends and family when alone.
He stuck his tongue out, making sure it looked right in the mirror. Most guys at fifteen wouldn't care about this, but he did. He had his reasons.
Spoke, his younger brother, walked into his room. "Hi Wemmbu!" The voidling called, snapping Wemmbu out of his small trance.
"Spoke!" Wemmbu turned around. "What do you want?"
"What are you doing?" Spoke asked.
"Nope, I asked first." Wemmbu shook his head at him. Spoke was twelve and probably the weirdest specimen he knew.
"Well... I want to know what you're doing." Spoke said. He wasn't a smartass about it, which was probably the worst part.
"Is that really it?"
Spoke nodded.
"Okay, fine." He huffed. "I was just doing my hair."
"I see..." Spoke stared at him. God, that kid had a bad staring problem. "Why?"
"Wha- what do you mean 'why'?"
"Like, why do you do your hair the same every day? For fun?" Spoke asked, sitting down on Wemmbu's bed.
"Because I like it this way. It's my signature." Wemmbu answered simply.
"What do you mean by that?"
Does this kid ever run out of questions?
"It's like your bandana you always wear. It makes me recognizable. I like having a brand, you know?" Wemmbu explained, sitting down next to Spoke. "Long purple ponytail? That's Wemmbu."
Spoke paused, processing it. "That's cool! Like, when you see a rainbow bandana, you'll think of me!"
"Exactly. You need the aura points."
Spoke giggled. Wemmbu got an idea, reaching over and grabbing two hair ties and a hairbrush scattered on his nightstand.
"Let me do your hair. Sit still." Wemmbu moved and sat behind Spoke, who was still sitting on the bed dangling his legs off the ledge.
"Okay!"
Wemmbu parted his hair in the middle and sectioned off two chunks of hair in the back. He gathered some hair, tying it up. His hair was thick and messy, the dark shade making it harder since he couldn't see the black hair tie. Who knew being made of the void would make it hard to do hair?
"I think Dad has his red bowtie as his signature." Spoke said, breaking the silence. He swung his legs back and forth.
"Probably. Sit still." Wemmbu held his head in place jokingly for a moment.
"I wanna be like him when I'm older, but instead of red I can do rainbow!"
"You want to have to keep a secret identity and do shady stuff?" Wemmbu kept working as he talked.
"I wanna be on the news."
Wemmbu laughed quietly. "Me too."
He ended up doing two pigtails. It wasn't noticeable from the front until you actually looked closer and could see them sticking out from the top of his head like little cat ears.
Spoke laughed when he saw them in the mirror. He didn't take them out until he had to go to bed.
. . .
Spoke searched around his small room, looking for something he swore he had.
After opening a drawer he probably hadn't opened in two months and digging around, he saw it. Two rainbow colored hair ties.
He glanced out the window before going into the bathroom, staring at the mirror for a moment before getting to work.
After he finished, he looked back up and had to suppress a small laugh. He looked crazy, but he knew it would work.
Two pigtails on the back of his hair, held together by rainbow hair ties.
He turned 20 recently. He didn't end up like Minute, doing commission work like he said he wanted to years ago.
Instead, he did whatever he wanted, whether that be helping or messing with people using the powers that he was honestly still trying to work out.
Tonight, he had a goal.
He had a plan set up that involved an infamous villain known by everybody in the city.
It's been three years since Wemmbu went missing. They all assumed he was dead.
Spoke knew he wasn't. He'd recognized that hairstyle on the news far too many times, and tonight, he hoped Gambit would recognize his.