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Day four of Rene's week of torture! Today's star torturer is none other than the Squirtle Squad's own Danny Romanoff!
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Rent-a-Fox: Day Four
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THURSDAY
By the time day four of his seven days of servitude arrive, René was feeling a bit worn out. The fact that he was still trying to cope with the after-effects of a caffeine rush wasn't helping. He'd barely gotten any sleep last night...the fact that he spent half of it running from the restaurant was another factor.
What René REALLY wanted was a slow day: one to help him unwind and relax...
“Hi fluffy-buns!” Danny Romanoff squeed as the squirtle dragged René through the halls to the studio where the Squirtle Squad did their work.
...Suffice it to say, that day wasn't going to be today.
René sighed. “Danny, please...not so loud. I have a headache.” Danny opened the door for him.
“Headache, huh? Well I have just the cure for it!” He guided René towards the back of the room. “A new hairdo!”
The vulpix looked rather non-plussed. “Isn't that your answer for everything?”
Danny for his part didn't seem put off by being caught out. “Hmm...I suppose it is, but my point remains valid!” René rolled his eyes. “Trust me,” Danny assured him as he wrapped a towel around René's neck and guided him to a seat in front of a sink. “Now lean back into the sink, that's it.” He turned on the water. René stiffened a bit as the hot water ran through his hair and scalp.
Lathering himself up with shampoo, Danny started massaging René's scalp. He smirked at the grin that crossed René's face. “Like that, do you?”
“...shut up.” René said, still smiling. “I'll admit that this does feel nice.”
“Good!” Danny chirped. He washed out the shampoo in René's hair, then repeated the process with conditioner. When he had washed that out, he turned off the water. “Come on,” Danny escorted René from the seat by the sink to another one in the middle of the room. He sat René down and then went to get his equipment together.
René looked at him nervously. “What are you doing Danny?”
“Well!” He said as he gathered up brushes, gels, combs, and other tools of the beauticians' trade. “Ever artist needs to have his canvas! And that's what you're doing today!”
“...Magnificent.” René rolled his eyes. Danny moved behind him, a comb and gel in his hands. René felt more than saw Danny's hands moving across his head with lightning speed. Then he suddenly backed away and spun the chair around to face the mirror.
“Ta da!” Danny announced. “What do you think?”
“...” René stared at the mirror with a vulpix with a mohawk staring back at him. “DANIEL ROMANOFF!” He fairly shrieked.
“Spoilsport.” Danny sighed as he worked his magic again. “What do you think now?”
René blinked as in record time, he found himself with a new hairstyle. He patted his hair. “Nice! But a little too Marilyn Mon-roe.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “For someone who didn't want me to style his hair, you're being awfully picky about it.” He went back to work. “So tell me...” Danny started in a way-too innocent tone. “What can you tell me about a certain chansey girl?”
“Charity? Charity Rukh?” René blinked as the squirtle brushed his hair. “I know her. Why do you want to know?”
“Well...it's about Mitch.” He explained. “He...well, he's interested in Charity. Remember how he asked her to dance? Well I just want to see if she's right for him.” Danny gave a weak smile. “I may not have a shot with Mitch, but I don't want to make sure that he has a chance with her. And since you're the King of the Girls' Locker Room...”
“That's Queen.” René corrected gently as he looked in a mirror. “I don't think pigtails are for me. Anyway,” he sat back. “Charity? Well,” René started. “She's the leader of the Kismets and the only member who has a possible career ahead of her in professional fighting. She's tough as nails and has a very strong character. She needs one, since her nurse mom doesn't want her to fight and instead settle down and marry a doctor.”
Danny 'hmmmed' as he started braiding René's hair. “Think Mitch has a chance with her?”
René shrugged. “Charity has a decent-sized crush upon Tyrone Palmer, the leader of Team Troubleboys. And he just broke up with HIS girlfriend so...who knows? If Mitch has the same charm that the rest of you squirtle boys have, then he has a better than decent shot. That's what I think, anyway.”
Danny smiled. “Well, thanks for the insight.” René shrugged.
“She's in the LBB.”
“The Little Black Book?”
René nodded. “She's entry number forty-five. Standard information: biography, birthday, favorite color and food, phone number and address...” Danny shook his head.
“...Do you know how many guys would KILL to have that sort of data on the girls of the PCA? Guys who aren't interested in just trading bra size info and hugs?”
René nodded ironically. “A few, I would gather. Of course one of the reasons that I can get that kind of information is because I'm not trying to hit on them.”
“Ah, irony! The mon who WANT that information can't have it and the one who doesn't need it DOES! How exquisite!” Danny grinned.
“You know what the girls say...the nice guys are all either gay—”
“--or transgender.” The squirtle finished. “I hear you.” Then he grinned. “Time for the finishing touch.” He scurried off.
René's brow furrowed. “What are you--? HEY!” He protested as Danny upended what looked like a barrel of glitter on him.
“My masterpiece is...complete!” Danny blew a kiss.
The glitter-coated fox coughed. “I think there's glitter in my lungs...”
“Baby.” Danny mock-teased. “I only used half a crate. Come on slave-boy. I've got more stuff for you to do at my house!”
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“So this is your house Danny? Looks nice.” René coughed into his palm, leaving a pile of glitter in his hand. “Oh good, the piles are getting smaller—”
Danny winked at him as he opened the door. “Wuss. I didn't use THAT much--”
René looked at Danny as if the squirtle had suddenly become more insane than usual. “Are you nuts? Look at my hair! Look at my tails! You put enough glitter in them that I could rent out my rear to a planetarium!”
A voice from inside the kitchen called out. “Danny, honey? Is that you?”
“Yeah mom!” Danny replied as he led René into the kitchen where a pair of blastoises were busy preparing something for dinner. It sure smelled good. “René, these are my parents, Annie and Illya Romanoff. Mom, dad, this is my friend René Vulpes.”
“Pleased to meet you ma'am. Sir.” René nodded respectfully. Illya nodded and shook his head.
“Any friend of Danny is welcome here.” He said warmly.
“So how long have you and Danny been 'friends?' ” Annie Romanoff asked, oddly stressing the word 'friend.'
The vulpix failed to notice. “Oh a while. He helped make my outfit.” René said, missing the undertones.
“Well that's nice. Will you be spending the night?” She asked, a little too curiously.
“No, no that's okay. Actually I'm just here to hang out for a little bit. I don't want to impose--” René said.
“Well we'll be sure to give you two plenty of alone time.” Illya promised, a twinkle in his eye..
“Guys you can stop its not like that--” Danny tried to wave them off.
“Like what? You're gonna mess with my hair again? I still have glitter on my tails!”The fox complained.
Annie totally misinterpreted that statement. She grinned, “Now Danny you don't have to be embarrassed. I think he is a really cute boy.” She smiled widely.
“I.... think I'm lost.” René said slowly.
“We don't mean anything we just want to show that we respect our son's choices.” Illya said firmly.
“Really Dad, He is not my type. We aren't dating.” Danny half-whined.
“Well not with that attitude you're not. Don't worry René. Danny can be so shy sometimes. Just like me when his father and I started dating.” Annie told him. Danny just withdrew his head into his shell.
René blinked, finally getting it. “Danny...are they implying what I think they're implying?”
“I'm in the shell trying to drown myself. Just bury me in something shiny.” Danny moaned.
René felt his cheeks warm and cleared his throat. “Um, we should probably head upstairs...” He suggested to more knowing looks from Danny's parents. “It's not like that!” He protested. “I'm just a friend, like he said!”
Illya snorted. “'Just a friend?' My son doesn't use THAT much glitter on just anybody, boy.”
“Yes he does!” René pointed out.
“Hey you agreed to be my slave for a day.” Danny reminded him. “Besides I didn't hear any complaints with the glowing nail polish.”
“Well it really brings out my eyes and---quit changing the subject!” René snapped.
“Um... Danny did you say...'slave'” Annie looked at him strangely, a bit red in the face.
“I didn't know you were into "that" son?” Illya added.
“I'm NOT into that Mom! Honest! He's just a friend from school. I'm not a weird gay stereotype. Ah crap this isn't helping at all!” Danny moaned.
René rolled his eyes. “Ya think? No offense Danny but you kinda ARE! And I'm not Danny's slave! I'm also a slave to a number of girls and...now I'M not helping, am I?”
Danny's parents bit their lips as they tried to control their composure. “Let's just go.” Danny said quickly, hoping to beat a hasty retreat. René nodded. They fairly fled upstairs just as the Romanoffs burst into loud, long laughter.
Retreating into Danny's room, the humiliated squirtle made sure to slam the door securely shut behind them. He leaned against it for a moment as he caught his breathe, then Danny proceeded to walk over to his bed and throw himself down on it and bury his red face into the pillow.
René wasn't looking much better. “...I hate you.” He grumbled at Danny, not really meaning it but still embarrassed.
“I agree with you.” Danny picked himself out of his pillow. “Well, as we're waiting for my parents to get the idea of me being your dominating master out of their heads, you might as well take care of the real reason why I brought you here.”
“Which was?” The fox asked. He was answered by the door bursting open and a houndoom leaping at him.
“Roof!” It barked as it tackled René onto the bed.
“Ahh—!” He yelped.
“Hey René! I see you've met Pimple!” Danny squeed, hugging his pillow to his chest.
“...Pimple?” René blinked at the dog standing over him.
Danny grinned proudly. “Isn't he a cutie? Here.” Hey tossed a brush next to René. “You can get started brushing him. When dinner's ready I'll call you down, okay?”
“Uh sure...” René groaned as the houndoom sat on him. Danny left.
“Hhrrm?” Pimple looked at René quizzlingly.
“Same to you buster.”
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Rent-a-Fox: Day Four
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THURSDAY
By the time day four of his seven days of servitude arrive, René was feeling a bit worn out. The fact that he was still trying to cope with the after-effects of a caffeine rush wasn't helping. He'd barely gotten any sleep last night...the fact that he spent half of it running from the restaurant was another factor.
What René REALLY wanted was a slow day: one to help him unwind and relax...
“Hi fluffy-buns!” Danny Romanoff squeed as the squirtle dragged René through the halls to the studio where the Squirtle Squad did their work.
...Suffice it to say, that day wasn't going to be today.
René sighed. “Danny, please...not so loud. I have a headache.” Danny opened the door for him.
“Headache, huh? Well I have just the cure for it!” He guided René towards the back of the room. “A new hairdo!”
The vulpix looked rather non-plussed. “Isn't that your answer for everything?”
Danny for his part didn't seem put off by being caught out. “Hmm...I suppose it is, but my point remains valid!” René rolled his eyes. “Trust me,” Danny assured him as he wrapped a towel around René's neck and guided him to a seat in front of a sink. “Now lean back into the sink, that's it.” He turned on the water. René stiffened a bit as the hot water ran through his hair and scalp.
Lathering himself up with shampoo, Danny started massaging René's scalp. He smirked at the grin that crossed René's face. “Like that, do you?”
“...shut up.” René said, still smiling. “I'll admit that this does feel nice.”
“Good!” Danny chirped. He washed out the shampoo in René's hair, then repeated the process with conditioner. When he had washed that out, he turned off the water. “Come on,” Danny escorted René from the seat by the sink to another one in the middle of the room. He sat René down and then went to get his equipment together.
René looked at him nervously. “What are you doing Danny?”
“Well!” He said as he gathered up brushes, gels, combs, and other tools of the beauticians' trade. “Ever artist needs to have his canvas! And that's what you're doing today!”
“...Magnificent.” René rolled his eyes. Danny moved behind him, a comb and gel in his hands. René felt more than saw Danny's hands moving across his head with lightning speed. Then he suddenly backed away and spun the chair around to face the mirror.
“Ta da!” Danny announced. “What do you think?”
“...” René stared at the mirror with a vulpix with a mohawk staring back at him. “DANIEL ROMANOFF!” He fairly shrieked.
“Spoilsport.” Danny sighed as he worked his magic again. “What do you think now?”
René blinked as in record time, he found himself with a new hairstyle. He patted his hair. “Nice! But a little too Marilyn Mon-roe.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “For someone who didn't want me to style his hair, you're being awfully picky about it.” He went back to work. “So tell me...” Danny started in a way-too innocent tone. “What can you tell me about a certain chansey girl?”
“Charity? Charity Rukh?” René blinked as the squirtle brushed his hair. “I know her. Why do you want to know?”
“Well...it's about Mitch.” He explained. “He...well, he's interested in Charity. Remember how he asked her to dance? Well I just want to see if she's right for him.” Danny gave a weak smile. “I may not have a shot with Mitch, but I don't want to make sure that he has a chance with her. And since you're the King of the Girls' Locker Room...”
“That's Queen.” René corrected gently as he looked in a mirror. “I don't think pigtails are for me. Anyway,” he sat back. “Charity? Well,” René started. “She's the leader of the Kismets and the only member who has a possible career ahead of her in professional fighting. She's tough as nails and has a very strong character. She needs one, since her nurse mom doesn't want her to fight and instead settle down and marry a doctor.”
Danny 'hmmmed' as he started braiding René's hair. “Think Mitch has a chance with her?”
René shrugged. “Charity has a decent-sized crush upon Tyrone Palmer, the leader of Team Troubleboys. And he just broke up with HIS girlfriend so...who knows? If Mitch has the same charm that the rest of you squirtle boys have, then he has a better than decent shot. That's what I think, anyway.”
Danny smiled. “Well, thanks for the insight.” René shrugged.
“She's in the LBB.”
“The Little Black Book?”
René nodded. “She's entry number forty-five. Standard information: biography, birthday, favorite color and food, phone number and address...” Danny shook his head.
“...Do you know how many guys would KILL to have that sort of data on the girls of the PCA? Guys who aren't interested in just trading bra size info and hugs?”
René nodded ironically. “A few, I would gather. Of course one of the reasons that I can get that kind of information is because I'm not trying to hit on them.”
“Ah, irony! The mon who WANT that information can't have it and the one who doesn't need it DOES! How exquisite!” Danny grinned.
“You know what the girls say...the nice guys are all either gay—”
“--or transgender.” The squirtle finished. “I hear you.” Then he grinned. “Time for the finishing touch.” He scurried off.
René's brow furrowed. “What are you--? HEY!” He protested as Danny upended what looked like a barrel of glitter on him.
“My masterpiece is...complete!” Danny blew a kiss.
The glitter-coated fox coughed. “I think there's glitter in my lungs...”
“Baby.” Danny mock-teased. “I only used half a crate. Come on slave-boy. I've got more stuff for you to do at my house!”
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“So this is your house Danny? Looks nice.” René coughed into his palm, leaving a pile of glitter in his hand. “Oh good, the piles are getting smaller—”
Danny winked at him as he opened the door. “Wuss. I didn't use THAT much--”
René looked at Danny as if the squirtle had suddenly become more insane than usual. “Are you nuts? Look at my hair! Look at my tails! You put enough glitter in them that I could rent out my rear to a planetarium!”
A voice from inside the kitchen called out. “Danny, honey? Is that you?”
“Yeah mom!” Danny replied as he led René into the kitchen where a pair of blastoises were busy preparing something for dinner. It sure smelled good. “René, these are my parents, Annie and Illya Romanoff. Mom, dad, this is my friend René Vulpes.”
“Pleased to meet you ma'am. Sir.” René nodded respectfully. Illya nodded and shook his head.
“Any friend of Danny is welcome here.” He said warmly.
“So how long have you and Danny been 'friends?' ” Annie Romanoff asked, oddly stressing the word 'friend.'
The vulpix failed to notice. “Oh a while. He helped make my outfit.” René said, missing the undertones.
“Well that's nice. Will you be spending the night?” She asked, a little too curiously.
“No, no that's okay. Actually I'm just here to hang out for a little bit. I don't want to impose--” René said.
“Well we'll be sure to give you two plenty of alone time.” Illya promised, a twinkle in his eye..
“Guys you can stop its not like that--” Danny tried to wave them off.
“Like what? You're gonna mess with my hair again? I still have glitter on my tails!”The fox complained.
Annie totally misinterpreted that statement. She grinned, “Now Danny you don't have to be embarrassed. I think he is a really cute boy.” She smiled widely.
“I.... think I'm lost.” René said slowly.
“We don't mean anything we just want to show that we respect our son's choices.” Illya said firmly.
“Really Dad, He is not my type. We aren't dating.” Danny half-whined.
“Well not with that attitude you're not. Don't worry René. Danny can be so shy sometimes. Just like me when his father and I started dating.” Annie told him. Danny just withdrew his head into his shell.
René blinked, finally getting it. “Danny...are they implying what I think they're implying?”
“I'm in the shell trying to drown myself. Just bury me in something shiny.” Danny moaned.
René felt his cheeks warm and cleared his throat. “Um, we should probably head upstairs...” He suggested to more knowing looks from Danny's parents. “It's not like that!” He protested. “I'm just a friend, like he said!”
Illya snorted. “'Just a friend?' My son doesn't use THAT much glitter on just anybody, boy.”
“Yes he does!” René pointed out.
“Hey you agreed to be my slave for a day.” Danny reminded him. “Besides I didn't hear any complaints with the glowing nail polish.”
“Well it really brings out my eyes and---quit changing the subject!” René snapped.
“Um... Danny did you say...'slave'” Annie looked at him strangely, a bit red in the face.
“I didn't know you were into "that" son?” Illya added.
“I'm NOT into that Mom! Honest! He's just a friend from school. I'm not a weird gay stereotype. Ah crap this isn't helping at all!” Danny moaned.
René rolled his eyes. “Ya think? No offense Danny but you kinda ARE! And I'm not Danny's slave! I'm also a slave to a number of girls and...now I'M not helping, am I?”
Danny's parents bit their lips as they tried to control their composure. “Let's just go.” Danny said quickly, hoping to beat a hasty retreat. René nodded. They fairly fled upstairs just as the Romanoffs burst into loud, long laughter.
Retreating into Danny's room, the humiliated squirtle made sure to slam the door securely shut behind them. He leaned against it for a moment as he caught his breathe, then Danny proceeded to walk over to his bed and throw himself down on it and bury his red face into the pillow.
René wasn't looking much better. “...I hate you.” He grumbled at Danny, not really meaning it but still embarrassed.
“I agree with you.” Danny picked himself out of his pillow. “Well, as we're waiting for my parents to get the idea of me being your dominating master out of their heads, you might as well take care of the real reason why I brought you here.”
“Which was?” The fox asked. He was answered by the door bursting open and a houndoom leaping at him.
“Roof!” It barked as it tackled René onto the bed.
“Ahh—!” He yelped.
“Hey René! I see you've met Pimple!” Danny squeed, hugging his pillow to his chest.
“...Pimple?” René blinked at the dog standing over him.
Danny grinned proudly. “Isn't he a cutie? Here.” Hey tossed a brush next to René. “You can get started brushing him. When dinner's ready I'll call you down, okay?”
“Uh sure...” René groaned as the houndoom sat on him. Danny left.
“Hhrrm?” Pimple looked at René quizzlingly.
“Same to you buster.”
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