The channel name is a dead giveaway, of course, and yet Chrome is somehow still surprised when she clicks on the latest video and finds, some five minutes in, a few flashes of her own face. To her surprise, considering Julie's overall glasses-wearing goatee hipster look, he really did seem to do his best not to drag her too much into frame. There's only occasional scenes with her, such as when Shitt P. handed over the disco torso. As for the rest?
Well. It would never have occurred to Chrome on how one "skins" a disco ball, or to use that reflective "skin" to put onto a ceiling fan, but now she supposes she'll never forget.
The entire time, she watches the video entranced, and even almost finds herself giggling at the various jokes, memes, or peculiar tangents that Shitt P. tosses out as if they're nothing. Some way through, Chrome still has to admit that she's wondering a little on just... Why go through all the trouble? It feels as though there are a lot of easier ways to do this, including buying something herself. Yet as she watches, a little after the halfway mark, Julie speaks up again, voicing the exact same thing. "This is such a huge waste of time."
"Why?" Despite the absurdity of everything- the workshop covered in all sorts of strange carvings or artwork, Shitt P.'s own graffiti covered 'work' coveralls, everything covered in dust and bit of glue and god knows what else- Shitt P. asks the question with a kind of simpleness.
"I'm just- I mean, there's easier ways to do this, and we don't even have to do this at all."
"Isn't that only life?" Finishing off one fan blade, Shitt P. casually reclines to the side where the empty husk of a disco ball now lays with her arms crossing over the top loosely. "As time passes and things change, human kind only makes life for itself more and more complex, for all that we may call it 'simple'. Yet acts that are called simple are still new acts, adding in ever more to the equation of our life. That's far from a bad thing. However, in turn, we cannot all use the exact same equations that every other person is using at the exact same time. Why get to 2 if you only ever do 1 plus 1, when you can do six minus four, at the absolute very least, and get into cube roots and square roots and depressed cubics? Why experience only the same things as other people?" Lazily, she stretches out one leg, crossing it over where the fan is. "No action in a person's life is meaningless, even if there is no true goal. Just like your decision on wearing outdated fashion-"
"Okay, first of all-"
At that point, the video cuts with Julie trying to lunge out at Shitt P., who only keeps him back with both her enormously long legs and the equally long pumps attached, and continues on as normal.
...But Chrome can't say that she's wrong with that kind of thinking.
Shitt P. soon becomes a regular of Kokuyo Land after her initial visit, in a way that's very different from most of the other regulars who bother to deal with their nightmare scenario of a Wonderland. After all, people like Kyoko only drop by to get some quick mundane things, such as bandaids or bags of rice. The only other outlier she can think of would be Tsuna, who braves a place that gives him heart attacks every five minutes almost solely to check on Chrome and pass her leftovers along from his house or snacks his mom passes through to him. All Shitt P. brings to the metaphorical table would be actual money, whether it's on a credit card or strictly in money she already has on her person, along with a new individual every other time. Chrome doesn't ask how she makes any money, with such an eclectic lifestyle, but she does end up learning how the various people who help Shitt P. film for her channel are in fact actually her family members. This even includes Julie, to her surprise. While no one is quite as unique as Shitt P. is, they all seem to be quite different from one another.
Chrome doesn't wonder how they could all get along together in the same house. Just, after every visit, she goes to share snacks with Ken as they lounge against Bon, or sits in silence with Chikusa down in the blacklight haunted house. Neither of them ever ask about the register, instead just making room for her, even if Ken sometimes complains at the same time he tosses candy onto her lap, or Chikusa stays utterly silent for the whole time.
Inbetween Shitt P.'s visits to gather materials for her videos, whether she's trying something out, making something, or just looking for new and interesting items, Chrome actually finds herself patiently going through the videos on S.P.C. Boost. Despite that first impression and Shitt P.'s general everything, there are actually a good deal of more calm videos, although they still carry that sort of humor and interesting view of the world. It's not really surprising that she's into things like cryptids, ghosts, and aliens, and so there are plenty of videos that just have her facecamming as she goes through all sorts of other videos, essays, and even forum boards on the darkest corners of the internet all dedicated to such subjects. What's more interesting are the meditation videos, the art videos were all she does are choose random colors instead of following along with a tutorial. They're all strange, in the way Shitt P. often is, but there's also a sense of peace and fun to them that Chrome isn't familiar with.
With most of her hobbies or things that catch her attention, Chrome tends to stay quiet about them. Not in this case. Instead, whenever Shitt P. drops by, she ends up speaking to her about the different videos she's gone through last, always referring to her as Shittoppi-chan. It sounds so comfortable and intimate, too much so at first, but, the more she says it, the more Chrome finds her relaxing with the name until it's second language. In turn, Shittoppi-chan seems glad to give her cutesy nicknames as well- something of a first in her whole life. The most popular one seems to be 'Crow-chan', but, as with so much of her life, Shittoppi-chan changes it up every now and then. Still, Crow-chan seems to be the name the internet takes to as Chrome starts to appear in more and more videos every time a new video is made. She's never a starring role, and the rest of the Shimon family seems to cut anything she says in casual conversation with Shittoppi-chan for their own privacy... But she still shows up occasionally in the background, a silent specter with an eyepatch that the comment section seems to love.
"Zirconium," Chrome says one day as Shittoppi-chan practices balancing on her hands in front of the cash register while she sits on the edge, watching. Seated besides her are three whole bags of lipstick and chapstick, along with the ever present video camera. Enma has been the one to accompany her today, and he's gone to get some other basic mundane needs.
Almost immediately, Shittoppi-chan heaves herself up and flips herself onto her feet. Her smile is brilliant, hotter than neon and warmer than summer. "Exactly," she says.
Chrome's smile is a little smaller, a little more subtle, but doesn't belay the heat glowing in the core of it. Instead of saying anything else, because there's nothing else to really say on that, she looks down at the bags. "So what are you going to use these for?" she asks, pulling out makeup that is a deep black that almost seems to absorb the usual bright lights of Kokuyo Land.
Clicking over in her heels, Shittoppi-chan rests one hand on the side of the counter that's actually free, which is on Chrome's other side. "Fun," she says simply, which is always true. "Also, I want to see if I can construct shoes entirely out of the tubes of these."
"Are you going to use any of them on your lips?"
"Absolutely. It's only a matter of how. I'm still debating on whether or not to see how many layers of different lipsticks I can apply to my lips, or if I should melt them all together and see how they turn out." Shittoppi-chan tilts her head to the side curiously. "Do you want to try that one?"
There's no point in dancing around the subject. Chrome knows that she wouldn't have given the offer if she wasn't sure, so she nods and immediately unpops the cap. Straight up black isn't something she's ever really tried on her face before. Without a mirror immediately on hand, with light that isn't some sort of neon, she's not even sure how it looks. Once she purses her lips together and pops them, Shittoppi-chan grins either way. "You look cute to the 96th degree."
"Thanks," she says, because she doesn't really know what else to say. Instead, she glances down between them: Shittoppi-chan's hand right next to her thigh, legs brushing, their heads only some inches apart. "Do you want to try it too?"
"Hit me with it."
So Chrome does. With the tube of lipstick held inbetween the gap of her thumb and pointer finger, she braces herself against the counter and leans forward. Her lips don't make exactly perfect one-on-one contact with Shittoppi-chan's, instead sort of overlaid to one side of her mouth. When Chrome pulls away, she can see a perfect lipstick mark on one half of Shittoppi-chan's, black over the brilliant pale lavender.
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Well. It would never have occurred to Chrome on how one "skins" a disco ball, or to use that reflective "skin" to put onto a ceiling fan, but now she supposes she'll never forget.
The entire time, she watches the video entranced, and even almost finds herself giggling at the various jokes, memes, or peculiar tangents that Shitt P. tosses out as if they're nothing. Some way through, Chrome still has to admit that she's wondering a little on just... Why go through all the trouble? It feels as though there are a lot of easier ways to do this, including buying something herself. Yet as she watches, a little after the halfway mark, Julie speaks up again, voicing the exact same thing. "This is such a huge waste of time."
"Why?" Despite the absurdity of everything- the workshop covered in all sorts of strange carvings or artwork, Shitt P.'s own graffiti covered 'work' coveralls, everything covered in dust and bit of glue and god knows what else- Shitt P. asks the question with a kind of simpleness.
"I'm just- I mean, there's easier ways to do this, and we don't even have to do this at all."
"Isn't that only life?" Finishing off one fan blade, Shitt P. casually reclines to the side where the empty husk of a disco ball now lays with her arms crossing over the top loosely. "As time passes and things change, human kind only makes life for itself more and more complex, for all that we may call it 'simple'. Yet acts that are called simple are still new acts, adding in ever more to the equation of our life. That's far from a bad thing. However, in turn, we cannot all use the exact same equations that every other person is using at the exact same time. Why get to 2 if you only ever do 1 plus 1, when you can do six minus four, at the absolute very least, and get into cube roots and square roots and depressed cubics? Why experience only the same things as other people?" Lazily, she stretches out one leg, crossing it over where the fan is. "No action in a person's life is meaningless, even if there is no true goal. Just like your decision on wearing outdated fashion-"
"Okay, first of all-"
At that point, the video cuts with Julie trying to lunge out at Shitt P., who only keeps him back with both her enormously long legs and the equally long pumps attached, and continues on as normal.
...But Chrome can't say that she's wrong with that kind of thinking.
Shitt P. soon becomes a regular of Kokuyo Land after her initial visit, in a way that's very different from most of the other regulars who bother to deal with their nightmare scenario of a Wonderland. After all, people like Kyoko only drop by to get some quick mundane things, such as bandaids or bags of rice. The only other outlier she can think of would be Tsuna, who braves a place that gives him heart attacks every five minutes almost solely to check on Chrome and pass her leftovers along from his house or snacks his mom passes through to him. All Shitt P. brings to the metaphorical table would be actual money, whether it's on a credit card or strictly in money she already has on her person, along with a new individual every other time. Chrome doesn't ask how she makes any money, with such an eclectic lifestyle, but she does end up learning how the various people who help Shitt P. film for her channel are in fact actually her family members. This even includes Julie, to her surprise. While no one is quite as unique as Shitt P. is, they all seem to be quite different from one another.
Chrome doesn't wonder how they could all get along together in the same house. Just, after every visit, she goes to share snacks with Ken as they lounge against Bon, or sits in silence with Chikusa down in the blacklight haunted house. Neither of them ever ask about the register, instead just making room for her, even if Ken sometimes complains at the same time he tosses candy onto her lap, or Chikusa stays utterly silent for the whole time.
Inbetween Shitt P.'s visits to gather materials for her videos, whether she's trying something out, making something, or just looking for new and interesting items, Chrome actually finds herself patiently going through the videos on S.P.C. Boost. Despite that first impression and Shitt P.'s general everything, there are actually a good deal of more calm videos, although they still carry that sort of humor and interesting view of the world. It's not really surprising that she's into things like cryptids, ghosts, and aliens, and so there are plenty of videos that just have her facecamming as she goes through all sorts of other videos, essays, and even forum boards on the darkest corners of the internet all dedicated to such subjects. What's more interesting are the meditation videos, the art videos were all she does are choose random colors instead of following along with a tutorial. They're all strange, in the way Shitt P. often is, but there's also a sense of peace and fun to them that Chrome isn't familiar with.
With most of her hobbies or things that catch her attention, Chrome tends to stay quiet about them. Not in this case. Instead, whenever Shitt P. drops by, she ends up speaking to her about the different videos she's gone through last, always referring to her as Shittoppi-chan. It sounds so comfortable and intimate, too much so at first, but, the more she says it, the more Chrome finds her relaxing with the name until it's second language. In turn, Shittoppi-chan seems glad to give her cutesy nicknames as well- something of a first in her whole life. The most popular one seems to be 'Crow-chan', but, as with so much of her life, Shittoppi-chan changes it up every now and then. Still, Crow-chan seems to be the name the internet takes to as Chrome starts to appear in more and more videos every time a new video is made. She's never a starring role, and the rest of the Shimon family seems to cut anything she says in casual conversation with Shittoppi-chan for their own privacy... But she still shows up occasionally in the background, a silent specter with an eyepatch that the comment section seems to love.
"Zirconium," Chrome says one day as Shittoppi-chan practices balancing on her hands in front of the cash register while she sits on the edge, watching. Seated besides her are three whole bags of lipstick and chapstick, along with the ever present video camera. Enma has been the one to accompany her today, and he's gone to get some other basic mundane needs.
Almost immediately, Shittoppi-chan heaves herself up and flips herself onto her feet. Her smile is brilliant, hotter than neon and warmer than summer. "Exactly," she says.
Chrome's smile is a little smaller, a little more subtle, but doesn't belay the heat glowing in the core of it. Instead of saying anything else, because there's nothing else to really say on that, she looks down at the bags. "So what are you going to use these for?" she asks, pulling out makeup that is a deep black that almost seems to absorb the usual bright lights of Kokuyo Land.
Clicking over in her heels, Shittoppi-chan rests one hand on the side of the counter that's actually free, which is on Chrome's other side. "Fun," she says simply, which is always true. "Also, I want to see if I can construct shoes entirely out of the tubes of these."
"Are you going to use any of them on your lips?"
"Absolutely. It's only a matter of how. I'm still debating on whether or not to see how many layers of different lipsticks I can apply to my lips, or if I should melt them all together and see how they turn out." Shittoppi-chan tilts her head to the side curiously. "Do you want to try that one?"
There's no point in dancing around the subject. Chrome knows that she wouldn't have given the offer if she wasn't sure, so she nods and immediately unpops the cap. Straight up black isn't something she's ever really tried on her face before. Without a mirror immediately on hand, with light that isn't some sort of neon, she's not even sure how it looks. Once she purses her lips together and pops them, Shittoppi-chan grins either way. "You look cute to the 96th degree."
"Thanks," she says, because she doesn't really know what else to say. Instead, she glances down between them: Shittoppi-chan's hand right next to her thigh, legs brushing, their heads only some inches apart. "Do you want to try it too?"
"Hit me with it."
So Chrome does. With the tube of lipstick held inbetween the gap of her thumb and pointer finger, she braces herself against the counter and leans forward. Her lips don't make exactly perfect one-on-one contact with Shittoppi-chan's, instead sort of overlaid to one side of her mouth. When Chrome pulls away, she can see a perfect lipstick mark on one half of Shittoppi-chan's, black over the brilliant pale lavender.
When her lips curl, it forms a double smile.