[012] - Video

[liberatedhotcakes]

[Something doesn't seem right...]

...Mm.

[All things considered, he doesn't look as perplexed as he perhaps ought to. This probably means upon waking up, he spent a lot of time staring at himself in the mirror.]

I seem to have run into some difficulty.

[While it'd be comical if he kept his soft and delicate voice, it's not quite like that. Whatever the case, he addresses what's really important at a time like this.]

I cannot fit into my dresses.

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[punchtheflute]

No way! Maybe when I was younger, but not for at least probably two years!

[He'd worked very hard on this thankyouverymuch.]

[liberatedhotcakes]

Old habits can come back, you know.

[Or maybe he didn't. Not that it mattered too much. Sonny was his own person and Voile had to respect that. And he imagined that if the roles had been reversed, Voile's patience for people telling him what to do would have been lacking.]

But whatever. If you say so, Sonny. Who am I to call your bluff?

[punchtheflute]

Hey, if you ever SEE me asleep with my face in a plate of mashed potato - and no-one put it there as a joke - THEN you can call it!

[liberatedhotcakes]

You're damn right I will, Sonny. And when that happens, because it will, I'll have the pictures to prove it and I will very loudly say I told you so.

And then you're going to be my servant for a week.

[punchtheflute]

Well, sure, that's fine. But it's kind of an unfair bet! What would be the counter circumstance that would let you be my servant for a week? Just if I don't fall asleep in my food for a certain number of days or weeks?

[liberatedhotcakes]

Well. Yeah. We can do that.

[Because he was pretty certain he'd be the one to win.]

I won't lose, though.

[punchtheflute]

[Sonny held out his hand for Voile to shake. Hey, if this was going to be a bet it better be official!]

We'll see about that!

[liberatedhotcakes]

[Voile really knew nothing about making wagers, but he'd seen enough in social media to know what came next. He took Sonny's hand and gave it a rather firm shake. Definitely nothing like the dainty hand he normally had.]

Yes. I just suppose we will.

[But with the smug little grin he was wearing, he was still pretty sure he'd be coming out on top.]

[punchtheflute]

[Alright - a firm handshake! That worked for Sonny!]

So, how long is the bet going to last? And do we have to use up our week of servant-ing immediately or could we call on it at a later time?

[liberatedhotcakes]

Like... I would know.

[Voile lifted his eyebrows.]

I've never made a wager before, so whatever you want to do is fine.

[punchtheflute]

Alright. If it's my choice... I'm going to say three weeks. Longer than a fortnight, shorter than a month and we can wait until when we want to have the other be our servant. That means if it winds up being a bad week for us in three weeks time, we can just waive it until things are easier.

[That all seemed entirely reasonable, right?]

[liberatedhotcakes]

That sounds fine to me.

[Because again, he had nothing to compare it to. It'd definitely be something to make a note of for later purposes, however.]

Anything else people do to seal accords or did we already do that with the handshaking?

[punchtheflute]

Nope! I'm pretty sure that makes it official!

[liberatedhotcakes]

[He'd already done plenty of uncharacteristic things so far. It wasn't going to hurt to do one or two more. So after a moment's consideration, he made a 'thumbs up' gesture.]makes it official.