Chapter Text
Floyd hated Veneer. Or rather, he knew he should hate Veneer for all that he was doing to him. For tearing him away from his home and for literally draining the life out of him, but he couldn't. He couldn't find it in himself to actually hate Veneer at all, not matter how hard he tried to.
"Hey pipsqueak." Veneer snorted, sitting down on one of the shiny plastic chairs the moment Velvet left the room. Floyd wrinkled his nose and Veneer just grinned sleepily. "Grumpy little guy aren't you?" He asked rhetorically, causing Floyd to scowl.
"And you're a pushover, but I don't judge you do I?" Floyd grumped crossing his arms.
"Listen, I wish I could help you, but I can't." Veneer muttered. "Why because of your sister? Listen, I know what it's like-" Floyd started trying to find common ground with Veneer.
"No you don't." Veneer interrupted, furrowing his eyebrows. "It goes beyond just my sister. Way beyond that." He whispered. "Then tell me, so I can help you." Floyd retorted, banging his tiny fists on the purple bottle.
He wasn't really intent on helping Veneer. He wanted to coax the problems out of him, so he could leave. Veneer seemed to sniff that out immediately and let out a soft miserable chuckle.
"It can't be explained in words." He mumbled gently tapping on Floyd's diamond perfume bottle. "Even if I trusted you." He added as an afterthought. "I wish you could trust me." And it was the most honest statement Floyd had spoken in a while.
....
Veneer was always a mess. He barely slept and he very rarely ate an actual meal. If Velvet had time to take notice she probably would have beaten some sense into him and force-fed him cereal like the wonderful sister she is but she didn't notice yet.
She was always out signing autographs or doing celebrity stuff, whatever she did while she was gone.
Veneer didn't know what she was like anymore, and he didn't care. He was actually content without anyone noticing this. It made things easier and smoother. Much less complicated than the amount of drama that would occur if anyone knew.
But the universe said fuck that. Floyd noticed immediately and chewed him out about it. "Are you serious, I haven't seen you eat anything except an oreo for the last three days! Eat something." Floyd squeaked, gesturing wildly inside of his bottle. "This is a bad lifestyle choice." Floyd added in a disappointed tone.
"I don't want to hear about bad lifestyle choices from you when you're literally stuck in a perfume bottle." Veneer snapped. Floyd opened his mouth to respond but then quickly closed it. Yeah, Veneer definitely did have a point there. What a jerk. "Do you have to be like this all the time, Veneer?" Floyd groaned. "That's what kidnappers do." Veneer deadpanned. "You aren't funny. You should let me out." Floyd said, crossing his arms.
"I can't let you out but I've been stalling, so you're welcome." Veneer shot back. "Wait what?" Floyd asked, tilting his head leaning closer to the wall of diamond as if that could correct him on what he heard.
"I've been buying you time forever." Veneer said, pointing at Floyd accusingly. "How-" "Veneer, where is Crimp?" Velvet demanded as she walked into the room. Veneer shrugged. "I don't know." He responded, clueless.
Veneer spent most of his time avoiding Crimp not looking after the mop creature thing why would he know? Why would he even want to know?.