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● Makeup. What are you putting on your face, little blade? *Snatches offered container and fiddles with it whilst clicking mandibles.* ...This product must be expired, (Y/N), as it clearly does not conceal you. If anything, this camouflage seems to highlight your features.
It is to conceal natural skin markings? Are all oomans this foolish? (Remember, variations in color/tone are what results in a camouflaged effect. An even complexion is easier to detect.)
● Nail Polish. While Yatsu wouldn’t be interested in trying your hair dyes, she must admit the nail varnish is somewhat alluring. Perched beside you, she’d curiously watch you paint her deadly claws the perfect shade of halo black.
Hers pupils would dilate at the thought of venom-infused nail polish. *Flares claws* Just think of the possibilities, little blade. A whole new method of combat!
● Recorders. You know: the cheap plastic instruments used to torment parents worldwide. Hearing the shrill notes, your mate would visibly flinch. *Covers ears* Oomans use it to debilitate creatures with sensitive hearing, yes? What do you mean it’s supposed to “make music”?
Note: Yes, yautja have ears (well...ear holes). As you can see in the image above, they are located beneath the dreadlocks.
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● Moisturizers and Skin Routines. *Feels your baby-soft skin* In what possible way does this benefit you? You are literally making your skin more vulnerable to injury.
● Halloween Skeletons. Do tiny oomans not understand that the creature is already dead? Made of what...? Plastic? *Judges human parents for raising such pansies* Why do oomans encourage such illogical fear? Even if it did manage to harbor life, a simple kick would topple the collection of bones.