adropofjupiter | 9th ☆

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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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...not sure what you mean by 'powdery stuff', honey.

...like...powdery stuff!

[Good description there, Flan.]

Stuff that goes on the nails and you rub at it until it leaves colors behind. [The "polish" part, in her understanding.]

Oh, no... there isn't anything like that, ze. The colors are in the paint.

[Flandre leans over a bit more to squint closer at them--and inhales some of the fumes from the polish still drying.

Unsurprisingly, she sneezes. Lungs how do they work.]

--it smells funny.

The smell will go away once it's dry.

Okay, M--[sneeze]--Marisa.

[...maybe she'll just stop breathing for awhile! Yeah, that will work. Why didn't she do this before?

It's not like she kind of needed oxygen in this point and time, anyway.]

[That's kind of cute. Marisa giggles a little as she goes back to painting the vampire's claws. She's almost done with one hand.]

[...was she supposed to feel dizzy? She didn't normally feel dizzy. Her chest didn't feel all tight like a drum normally, either.

The breath Flandre was holding in abruptly bursts out of her nose--and suddenly she feels much better. If momentarily gasping.]

Ow.

[Another pause.]

...I think.

Honey, you have to breathe now. Eventually, you won't, but you will for now.

[She whines.]

But I don't want to breathe right now! It smells weird!

Can't I breathe later?

I'm sorry, honey. The smell will go away soon. Just don't lean so close to your claws.

[...and now she grumbles. And is about to slouch over a bit but nothatmakesthingsworse let's not. Flandre sways briefly like some kind of flower before leaning away.

...though she does wiggle her fingers as Marisa finishes up on that hand. The paint did look rather pretty.]

Okay, now the other hand, ze.