Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Fosters' nor am I profiting from this.

Pairing(s): gen.

Warning(s): none.


Word Count: 100. A different foster sister once squealed over his nails before running off so she could get their current mother. Mariana mashes her lips together before sighing with disgust over the sloppy work. His wrist flops around in don't-even-think-about-running-away grip.

"I am fixing this mess," she hisses. "I once tolerated Jesus having grubby nails but he has to clip them for wrestling now. Brandon keeps them nice and clean for his music, and Callie would rather be stabbed than allow anyone to take polish to her nails."

His defense is weak. "I was trying to make some hearts."

"I'll teach you."