Manicure
By Shampy-Chan
Relena blew on her nail. She drew in another deep breath, and let out a very long wheeze. Across the house, Duo put on his boombox.
"Woah, woah, come on and kick me!"(1)
A certain pacifist twitched. "Duo! Turn that funkin' alternitive crap down!"
"Okay, okay. Pheesh." The bishounen cranked the volume down, and changed the station.
"Here's Ozzy's Mama I'm Comin' Home!"
"YEAAAAHHHH!"
Relena was definitily irked. Her Innocent Pink nail polish wasn't drying, manicurists were too expensive, and braid boy needed a yank on the head.
She'd go and rip off his scalp, but her nail job would get messed up, and that is bad. She needed a friend.
"HILLLLDDDDE!"
Our ex-oz soldier strode in. "Whatcha want, 'lena," she asked, drumming her bruise-colored claws on a countertop.
"You buy the same brand of polish as I do, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"And we by the fast dry kind, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"THEN WHY ARE MY NAILS NOT DRYING?!"
Hilde winced at the shout. "Lemme see." A sweatdrop appeared on the back of her head covered with a blue-black mane as she looked at the hand covered in sugar pink polish
with globs all over the nails.
"You put too much paint on. Use a hair dryer. I have to find Duo. He's taking me to Club Muumuu."
"Follow the trail of Ozzy Osbourne."
Hilde walked off, leaving Relena to find a hair dryer.
AN: Review ppl!
(1)A song by a band called Weezer.
By Shampy-Chan
Relena blew on her nail. She drew in another deep breath, and let out a very long wheeze. Across the house, Duo put on his boombox.
"Woah, woah, come on and kick me!"(1)
A certain pacifist twitched. "Duo! Turn that funkin' alternitive crap down!"
"Okay, okay. Pheesh." The bishounen cranked the volume down, and changed the station.
"Here's Ozzy's Mama I'm Comin' Home!"
"YEAAAAHHHH!"
Relena was definitily irked. Her Innocent Pink nail polish wasn't drying, manicurists were too expensive, and braid boy needed a yank on the head.
She'd go and rip off his scalp, but her nail job would get messed up, and that is bad. She needed a friend.
"HILLLLDDDDE!"
Our ex-oz soldier strode in. "Whatcha want, 'lena," she asked, drumming her bruise-colored claws on a countertop.
"You buy the same brand of polish as I do, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"And we by the fast dry kind, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"THEN WHY ARE MY NAILS NOT DRYING?!"
Hilde winced at the shout. "Lemme see." A sweatdrop appeared on the back of her head covered with a blue-black mane as she looked at the hand covered in sugar pink polish
with globs all over the nails.
"You put too much paint on. Use a hair dryer. I have to find Duo. He's taking me to Club Muumuu."
"Follow the trail of Ozzy Osbourne."
Hilde walked off, leaving Relena to find a hair dryer.
AN: Review ppl!
(1)A song by a band called Weezer.