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9th ☆

[Phone - an advertisement]

Homecoming's this weekend, right? So I'm gonna assume most of the girls have already gotten yourselves dates or are just going with friends. I figure you've all got dresses or have that pony making 'em. But what about the other stuff? The whole pretty package just ain't quite right without the finishing touches, ze.

"Now, Marisa, what the hell are you talking about?"

I'm talking about nails. Sure, the polish stuff in this place kinda sucks, but with the right skill, amazing things can still be done with it. I happen to have this skill; I can even do designs. So, the morning of Homecoming, I'll be available at my house - 1125 Taylor - to do your nails if you want. It's first-come, first-serve. I ain't doing appointments and it ain't free. Just bring either cash or booze in exchange. It'll totally be worth it, ze.

Also, when I say I'm not taking anyone else, I'm done. I got my own date to get ready for, you know, and she's more important than any of you.

[Action - 340 Brady (open to all residents - backdated to last Friday)]

[It occurred to Marisa, that she should actually ask Patchouli to Homecoming instead of just assuming she'd go along. Especially since the odds were Patchouli didn't want to go anywhere near a dance. But Marisa wanted to see her all dressed up and it'd be romantic and fun and... Hell, Marisa wanted to show her gorgeous girlfriend off.

So, she let herself into 340 Brady like always, set her broom against the wall and went to see if there were any cookies in the kitchen. She'd put together a plate of them and make some tea. Then she'd head on up to Patchy's room to ask her.]

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Alright, honey. I'll be over in a bit.

Okay, Marisa!

[And she just...puts the phone down on the counter instead of back on the hook and skips out of the room to go bounce on the couch, humming. How do I phones?]

[It's okay. Marisa hangs up after she hears the phone set down anyways. She grabs her kit and heads over to Flan's.]

Heya honey.

[There's some scrabbling at the door before Flandre gets it open. Then she tackles the witch.]

Marisa!

Ack!

[She was prepared for this. Sorta. Marisa only stumbles back as the vampire clings to her.]

Let's go inside, ze.

Okay, Marisa.

[Flandre nuzzles the witch a bit, then wriggles down until her feet can reach the floor. She doesn't let go of Marisa's arm, though.]

What did Marisa bring?

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I brought my nail polish kit. Let's go sit in the kitchen and we'll decide on colors.

[Where she was clinging to Marisa's side before, Flandre is now eagerly tugging her arm forwards towards this location. With a distinct lack of arm-wrenching this time, though she has regained a little of her old strength. A little.]

Is there red, Marisa?

[Much better. She follows along, not wanting Flandre to pull too much.]

Of course, honey.

[Only when they are in range of the kitchen table does Flandre let go; she sits up very straight in the chair she's pulled out (a bit off-kilter) to sit in, claws scratching slightly at the table's varnish rather than tapping in sequence.]

What next, what next?

I've got a couple shades of red.

[She opens the kit and pulls out three bottles of red polish.]

Which color do you like?

[Before answering, Flandre tilts her head and peers down at the bottles inquisitively. She chitters, for good measure.]

It's paint?

Yup! Special paint for nails.

Does it work for claws, too?

[Now she's looking at her own, still slightly perplexed. Most of them are a bit ragged-looking around the edges; she's never really paid that much attention to them before.

...except when one broke. That was awful.]

Claws are just really long, hard, sharp nails, ze. So yeah, it'll work.

Okay, Marisa!

[Flandre puts her hands back down and points at the bottle in the middle, the one with bright scarlet paint.]

I like that one!

Then that's the one we'll use.

[She puts the other bottles away and then gets a heavy duty nail file out.]

Give me your hand. I need to make sure your claws don't have any jagged edges first. Make them look all nice and pretty.

[Flandre stretches her hand out expectantly, though she is initially puzzled by the file. Wasn't that too big?

...though some of the claws are a little ragged at the ends and probably need that intervention.]

[Taking one hand gently, Marisa starts to work the file on the claws.]

Tell me how things have been, honey. Been having fun, ze?

[...odd. She had expected it to itch, or at the very least tickle, but the file did no such thing. Just make a kind of scraping, grinding noise. And Marisa's hand was soft, though it still dwarfed her own. It was still a nice place to rest her hand, so she did that.]

The trees are all different, now! They're orange and yellow and red, and the leaves are falling off.

Koishi's eye still looks all funny. And this big scaly thing on the roof had Meiling's voice! And eyes. An remembered me falling out of the window, so it must have been Meiling after all. She had whiskers.

[Organization? What's that?]

[Marisa takes it all in without a hitch.]

That's because it's autumn, ze. The tree leaves all change colors at this time. Soon it'll be cold and snowy.

What's wrong with Koishi's eye? Oh, and that was Meiling. She's a dragon, ze. Maybe we should paint whiskers on her face while she's humanoid.

[...slight hesitation here.]

It has scratches in it.

[Then her face lights up.]

Oh oh, can we, can we?

[Flandre wiggles a bit, excitedly. Good thing paint had yet to be involved or it might be everywhere.]

...do you know how it got scratches on it? It probably just needs to heal, honey.

[She puts the file away and readies the polish.]

Now you need to stay still...

Um.

[Now she does sit still, though not entirely because Marisa told her to.]

I put them there.

[Marisa only momentarily pauses before holding Flandre's hand properly and taking the red polish to the vampire's claws.]

That's not very nice, honey. Did you mean to scratch her eye?

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