[beau smiles at her, but otome gets closer and she can probably feel the sad coming off beau in waves. it's a very particular kind of grief, the kind of you feel when you miss someone who died.]
Yeah, like - dying my hair. Dying other people's hair. [she laughs a bit.] You know, stupid shit, stuff that's temporary but - feels nice.
[ She does-- pause, frowning softly. Oh. Well, she kind of saw that coming, but to feel it fall neatly in tune with her own grief is not the best feeling in the world. ]
You know, I think being indulgent right now is a wonderful idea.
[watching people falter when they get close to her continues to be a source of suck, for beau.]
Yeah. Life is short. [a quiet little twist, and then:] Trust me enough to paint your nails? I'd offer to dye some of your hair but you're too pretty for me to fuck up.
Manwol might object to the fingernails-- [ they are blue and pink and she waves them. ]
... But I think my toenails are fair game, if you take into account that I'm ticklish and I can't promise I won't kick you in the face if you take advantage of that.
Anywhere is fine. [she's trying to keep her emotions away from otome as long as possible, but it's not gonna take a super long time for her to get the brunt of them if beau's going to paint her toenails, honestly.]
[beau flops down in front of her on the floor with a bit of a wince, and otome gets to feel - well, several things, from beau. most of it is just a general sadness. like desperately missing someone. but there's also like... shyness? a little? a bit of fluster. she's trying not to make too much eye contact.]
[ She can't imagine what would have Beau so shy suddenly, but at least it helps with the sadness? She's not sure. But Beau doesn't want to seem to look at her, so Otome politely doesn't ask about it and just makes sure she isn't wincing any further.
So she's still emanating a bit of sadness and concern but also general contentment? This is peaceful. ]
Do you paint all the ladies' nails or am I just lucky?
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Do tell.
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Yeah, like - dying my hair. Dying other people's hair. [she laughs a bit.] You know, stupid shit, stuff that's temporary but - feels nice.
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You know, I think being indulgent right now is a wonderful idea.
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Yeah. Life is short. [a quiet little twist, and then:] Trust me enough to paint your nails? I'd offer to dye some of your hair but you're too pretty for me to fuck up.
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... But I think my toenails are fair game, if you take into account that I'm ticklish and I can't promise I won't kick you in the face if you take advantage of that.
[ Maybe there's a tiny bit of fluster there? ]
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[as for the rest, beau just snortlaughs.]
Expositor's honor I won't tickle you, probably. [teasing!!] I bet I could match your fingernails, though, that's easy.
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... Ah, do you want me to sit anywhere in particular?
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Anywhere is fine. [she's trying to keep her emotions away from otome as long as possible, but it's not gonna take a super long time for her to get the brunt of them if beau's going to paint her toenails, honestly.]
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Otome's just going to look around, before plunking down in the closest chair and removing her shoes and tights. ]
Well, if this works!
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Perfect. [she's very gentle!]
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So she's still emanating a bit of sadness and concern but also general contentment? This is peaceful. ]
Do you paint all the ladies' nails or am I just lucky?
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Nah, you're just lucky. I keep telling you, if nobody's gonna pamper you, someone has to.
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[ That embarrassment is only growing now. Wow, she's been called out. ]