A/N I wrote this purely out of boredom. I hope you enjoy. There really aren't enough GSG fics out there!
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"Hey Henrietta!" Triela called from her room.

"Yes?" Henrietta asked quietly, walking in.

"I was wondering, could you do something for me?"

She nodded, "Of course. What is it?"

"Weeeellllllllll," Triela held up a make-up bag, "Hillshire gave this to me because he's an idiot." She smiled, "That's not the point though, I don't like it, so... do you want it?"

"What- do you do with it?" Henrietta asked, examining it sheepishly.

"You wear it of course." Triela explained.

"The- bag?"

"No, what's inside it."

"Oh... well, can I see?"

"Sure, I'll help you put it on ok?"

Henrietta nodded, as Triela pulled out a tube of light pink lipstick. "Now, you put lipstick," She held it up, "on your lips, like this." She smeared some over Henrietta's lips.

Then, she reached in and grabbed some mascara, "This, mascara, goes on your eyelashes." Triela smiled and helped her apply some, "And you put this, on your eyes. Do you like pink, purple, or blue better?"

She held up three different eyshadows for Henrietta to choose. "Pink..." She answered softly.

"Alright." Henrietta closed her eyes and let Triela put it on. "Your all done!"

Henrietta blushed, "Do you think... do you think Jose will like it?"

"Hmmm. Maybe. Let's find him and see." Henrietta nodded, a little as she followed Triela out the door.

They found Jose and Hillshire talking at the shooting range.

"Jose!" Triela called, grabbing on to Henrietta's hand and pulling her along.

He looked up and saw them coming towards him. Then, he started laughing a little. "Henrietta?"

"You don't like it." She said quietly, looking down.

"You look... very pretty." He smiled, putting his hand on her shoulder. She blushed again. "Triela?" Jose looked up at her inquiringly.

"Yep! I should be a make-up artist, huh?" She giggled.

"Stick to your day job!" Hillshire laughed. He could really see Triela being a make-up artist.

She glared at him, "Moron." She cursed under her breath.

(THE NEXT DAY)

Claes sat with Triela at the small, round table in thier room. "Hey Claes... you know, I've always wanted to be a cosmotologist..." Triela said, smiling.

"No way! I saw what you did to Henrietta!" Claes yelled in protest.

"But you would look so cute with a little make up on, and a pink summer dress!" Triela coaxed.

"You just want an excuse to make someone look like an idiot, and I'm not buying it!" Claes stood up and climbed up into her bunk.

"Oh, pleeeeaaaassssseeeee Claes! You know I would do anything for you!" Triela begged.

Cleas sighed, "Fine. Do what you will. It's not as if anybody will see me..."

(A COUPLE MINUTES LATER)

"Awwwwww! You look soooooo cute Claes!!" Ferro smiled down at her. She had on a light yellow dress and she wasn't wearing her glasses, her hair in two pigtails trailing down her sides.

"I'm gonna kill Triela for this..." She mumbled, as the employees of Section 2 gathered around her...