Twisted Polis of Jago (redux)

List of all OCs and other stuff that i made for this pit of insanity

Hourglass Station Academy

Evolnation

Corisande "Coco" Mellado

Pastrierie

Coilean

(Art and design by @/rookvonhunt)

BIOLOGICAL INFORMATION

Name: Corisande "Coco" Mellado Gender: Female Age: 22 Birthday: March 30th Starsign: AriesEye color: Red Hair color: Red with white ends Twisted from Skeledrige

Khelani and her dogy aend tweet

It's not uncommon for Khelani to just waltz into his personal space and decide that whatever she came up with is just what they're doing right now. Coilean didn't really have a problem with that most of the time anyway, so when Khelani put a whole make-up kit on the desk he was sitting by and firmly placed herself on his lap, he just raised his good brow.

"I'm going to make you look presentable," she announced, grabbing some torture devices from the kit. Mostly brushes. He wrapped his larger arm around her for stabilization's sake.

"I already look presentable," he argued. Khelani just held up some palette to the side of his face. The brief glare told him to not move, so he did not.

"I don't have a good foundation for a skin like yours. I'll have to make do with something inferior," ah yeah she just ignored him. That also happened. Now, Coilean knew jack shit about makeup, so he didn't know what she meant by all this, but he felt like being a little difficult.

"Won't that make me less presentable?"

Oh, there's the glare again! He grinned at her. Khelani rolled her eyes, setting the palette down and picking up some ominous tube instead.

"Close your eyes, don't open them until I tell you. Don't move a muscle on your face until I tell you. Covering all of your scars will take up so much foundation... why did you get so many of them, huh?"

Coilean, of course, did not respond, but smugly closed his eyes and kept his smirk.

Believe it or not, Coilean did study. Sometimes. Very rarely. Mostly when he was absolutely forced to. He couldn't care less if he gets thrown out or held back a year, but his guardian would probably be disappointed, and that'd be bad. Very bad.

So, that's what he's been doing this miserable afternoon. Pouring over some books he couldn't care less about, nonetheless remaining careful to not damage them with his right arm. His claw was tapping out a slow rhythm as his normal hand noted down the numbing informations he was expected to memorize.

And then, suddenly, a text.

And, see, generally, he really hated getting texts. If it was entirely up to him, he would not have a phone. Alas. Some people needed to talk to him sometimes. He groaned and put his pen down to fetch the cursed device, only to-

Ekhem. That was. Certainly not an appropriate text to describe here. Coilean stared at it for a moment. Stared at the name of the sender.

He got up.

Oh, he's going to have a word with Vanessa about disturbing him while he does important things. Maybe he's going to have something else as well.

For the soft asks hehe

(wow. this is late. lmao.)

"There is no reason to-"

To cause such a commotion, he'd say, if he was ever allowed to finish a sentence around here. Khelani was leaning against a half-full bath, glaring at him, and Rochelle was standing over the tap, watching the water fill their murder weapon of choice.

"There absolutely is," Khelani replies with the tone that meant she can't be convinced anymore. "The ends of your hair look crusty."

Which, not true. He'd notice if they were. They'd drag and collect twigs and be generally unpleasant. But he knows better than to argue with a dead-set Khelani. Rochelle gave him a singular look of understanding before turning back to the bath. Coilean sighed. He reached for the top of his robe.

"Not so fast. Just your hair will do. For now," the threat of a full bath enforced on him was plain as day and Coilean really considered just running off into the woods for a week. But then the bath would be even worse. There's no winning here, is there?

Rochelle closed the tap and pointed to a spot on the floor. "Sit down here and drop your hair into the water. We'll take it from there."

"I can wash my own ha-" Thaaaat's another glare. He complied, pulling his mass of hair up, only to drop it into the water. He sat down, his back pressed against the bath.

"The water immediately turned brown," Khelani scowled.

"No it didn't," Coilean replied.

"How do you know? You can't see it."

"I wash my hair often enough so it doesn't get to that point."

"What about that one time we had to drag you out of the woods?" Rochelle decided to betray him. The audacity... he threw her a truly hurt look, to which she just smiled slightly, before leaning down and pouring shampoo into her hand.

"That doesn't count."

"Yes it does. Now shut up, I need to focus," Khelani certainly did not need to focus while washing hair, but he didn't want to be yanked today.

"Can I at least wash the hair on the top of my head alone?"