Oshy Dresses Up

Nanami sat across from where Oceanus stood, straight-backed, his hands folded over one knee, and a single brow arched in extreme judgment. 

They were in Oceanus’ studio, its ceilings ridiculously tall to accommodate the extraordinary height of its owner. The furniture was comfortable, and the decorations tasteful, most assuredly the work of an interior designer. Nanami knew Oceanus to be a tasteless hack that had tripped and fallen into popularity by sheer coincidence of being particularly good-looking and terribly vicious. 

He watched, disinterested, as Oceanus coiled clockwise, then counter-clockwise, trying to gauge how well he’d coated his back in the gold body-paint. 

“Come on Nanamin, don’t give me that look,“ Oceanus whined, as he coiled his long body again, finding a spot that had yet to be painted. Daintily he dabbed at it.

Nanami did not shift, did not relax his brow. Instead, the corners of his mouth drifted down. “When you asked me to come over, you said we’d be doing a Get Ready With Me, not arts and crafts.” 

Oceanus clacked his jaws, pausing just long enough to gesture at Nanami with his paintbrush. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud, we are getting ready!” 

“You are half painted gold, draped in a smattering of fake semi-precious stones and minerals. I am already ready.” 

Oceanus, who had not been paying attention to Nanami’s state of dress rapidly uncoiled and lunged toward the smaller Crook. Nanami did not flinch, like they’d hoped, instead they reached up and flicked his nose. 

“You’re too close,” he said, archly.

Disappointed at his poise, Oceanus simply huffed a sugar-scented breath into Nanami’s face, disturbing his pink bangs. 

“How long have you been ready?” He asked, pouting.

“Since we taped our last progress,” he replied reaching up to bat Oceanus’s snout. 

“Well, you could at least help me!” He cried as he pulled his head back, and continued to paint his body gold. 

“I’m not even sure what you’re supposed to be,” Nanami replied, not moving an inch from where he sat. “But even so, helping you looks like it will be messy, and I’ve already changed.” 

Oceanus eyed Nanami, dressed in layer after carefully crafted layer. Each piece of clothing was carefully embroidered, with little ornaments made of metal in the shape of stars accenting the buttons, pockets and collar corners. His shoes were simply delightful, as they were unnecessary but lent to the whole ensemble. If he were to guess by the purple, pink and blue hues, combined with the large conical hat resting on the table, Oceanus guessed Nanami was going for “Starry Mage”. 

“I guess you don’t watch this show,” he mumbled under his breath. “I’m trying to be the Golden Sea Lord,” he declared to littler effect, as he had assumed.

Nanami, who had no knowledge of the show nor its cast of characters simply waved a dismissive hand. “Well get on with it Sea Lord, lest this take all day.”

With a long sigh, Oceanus returned to his attempt to paint as much of his visible hide in gold.