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Kerigade sat at one of the many student lounging areas, alone as always, while fixing up his appearance in his mirror while he thought no one was looking. Looks were everything in his family, so all aspects about him had to be on point. Sometimes he could wish it wasn't such a big deal, but usally those thoughts always slipped away and he went back to caring exactly how he looked. Today he was simply having trouble with a single strand of his hair, struggling to get it to stay in place. Why did his hair always have to do this to him when it being in top form was so important?

He soon became so engaged with simply trying to fix that one strand of hair, that he didn't seem to notice anything going on around him, his eyes glued to the mirror and hands fooling with that terrible hair of his. Why couldn't his hair simply do what he wanted? Next thing he knew there was another strand of hair coming out of place, a growl of sorts forming in his throat. Patience wasn't something his family had much of, and he followed that trait too. His eyebrows tensed as this feeling of anger overcame him, suddenly setting the mirror down with a loud slam ", You know what, if you want to be a mess, so be it!"

Fingers ruffled through his bright apple red bangs, quickly moving to the sides and back to give a more messed up look. It all came falling down from it's normally greased up appearance to a more casual look, softening his overall demeanor and giving him an even more appealing look. To him though he thought it looked terrible beyond belief, despite having not even looked at it yet.

A sigh escaped when he was done with it all, lifting the mirror to see the damage he had caused his hair, followed by a gasp as he came to a realization. It looked good. Like... really good, but how could that be?! It was a mess, and a mess equaled bad and unsophisticated! "H-... how does this even look good? How could it look good? It is a mess and disorganized," He set the mirror back down, wondering what to do with his hair now. Should he leave it as it was or try to fix it again. He honestly didn't like the look he had always gone for, a slicked back professional look that his parents always told him to have for appearance sake, but he liked this new look way more! ", And if it is such a terrible mess... why do I like it?"

Unsure what to do, he took out his phone, the newest in technology but of course. He had to have the best if he was to be the best, or at least that was what his parents always said. It didn't take him long to find the voicemails in question, starting them up and playing them as to try and convince himself to do what he thought was right. That right way was listening to his parents. It always was.

"Our most handsome Kerigade, we hear that you haven't been living up to the expectations we have raised you to follow. Your grades? Trash. They all should be excelling beyond the norm, not just simply excelling. Your lack of popularity among your fellow student? Unacceptable. No one in our family has ever fallen so low on the food chain. No one. Your a proud elf! Everyone is supposed to see you as such. What is worst of all, is you seem to be wanting to experiment with your looks. No! No you shall not if you wish to live up to the family name! You are a beautiful specimen. Don't ruin it with... with... such horrific fashion senses like those simplistic jeans we saw you post on that Flitter site! We sent you to that academy to get opportunities to further the family name, not so you could make a fool of it! Also, answer your phone next time. We will call again at the same time as always."

The voicemail was over before he knew it, him turning the phone off to think it all over. He had to be perfect. He had no choice in the matter. They were his parents and they knew what was best to keep the family name in check. It didn't take him long to reach into his purse and pull the hair grease out, putting it on his hands and starting to slick his hair back when he saw a shadow out in front of him a ways, seeing a litch looking at him ", Uhhhhhh..."

What was going on?! Why was this litch getting so close to him and asking such personal questions? Didn't they hear what was on the voicemail? Why ask what it was about! It was obviously something very personal and not to trifled with. it was his own personal business and not their's! Attempting to scoot further up into his seat and onto the back of it, Kerigade simply didn't feel like getting so personal with a complete stranger ", Don't you know it is rude to suddenly start asking such personal ques-tions!!!" He found himself falling off the back of the chair and landing on a pile of pillows someone had set up behind the chair, trying to catch his breath from the shock of falling so out of the blue. His hair grease had gone flying as well, soaring through the air and then rolling under the couch of No Return. Anything that went under there could never be recovered, as no student or two could move the couch to try and get underneath it to search for the lost items they wished to acquire back.

Once Kerigade had realized this, his eyes widened in terror at his lose ", My hair grease! That exact stuff is extremely rare and beyond expensive in the below, and my allowance my parents sent won't cover that! I am not supposed to use any other brand but that one! How am I supposed to tell them I lost it?! I'll never hear the end of it!"

"Because it is something personal! You don't need to know all aspects of complete strangers lives, and it is certainly rude to suddenly just start asking question out of nowhere!" He quickly crawled over to the Couch of No Return and began to reach underneath it the best he could without either hurting himself or possibly knocking it further into the dark void if he did find it ", You obviously don't have parents down your back constantly telling you to be this prime image of perfection they have groomed you to be, telling you who you are and what you will be. My life revolves around what they and their producers tell them I need to be to save our family name, because I am such a disgrace to it and no one has cared about our family name in months! It hasn't been in the tabloids for nearly five months! That is close to complete and utter ruin for them!"

"Unless their producer tells them otherwise, causing unnecessary drama is an even worse shame than not being in the public eye at all!" He tried even harder to get the tub back, thinking he saw it and tried to reach for it. When he did however it simply continued to move further back, him only trying harder to reach to get it. Finally it would seem he was about to give up, removing his arm and getting up from his position. That wasn't the end of it though, for he started to try and lift the couch to get it to move enough over for him to find his tub of hair grease ", Perfection is the only goal. Whether it is in looks, success, money, power, or anything one could look to as needing a goal reached, it has to be perfect. I can't go out of line, not for a second."

He stopped trying to move the couch and got back down on the floor again, trying to see why the couch wouldn't lift at all. Was there a spell on it or something? ", Now that my parents have reached the height of their careers, I have to begin to push even more for mine. My looks are the key is what they say. I can't look like some common folk."

He didn't pay any attention really to what the other said at this point, trying his hardest to lift the couch up once more. It didn't take him long to lose his grip however and fall back down, trying to hold in his panic as few small series of flashing lights went off. When he turned to see who it was their eyes widened, some stranger figure with a camera running off as soon as they had gotten some good enough images. Oh no oh no! Was that the press? If that stuff went out into the news cycle... ", I'm doomed."

All he could find himself doing was curling into a ball, unsure of what to do. Before long his parents would learn about all of this and he would never hear the end of it. All he wanted was to be accepted by his parents as a part of the family, but now it could be very possible that his dream would never happen ", When my parents find out all this... I'll never be accepted as a part of the family name. I'll never know what it is like to have a real family... never."