Fashion Advice
"I think it's time for me to go, Feliks," Tara said abruptly, standing up without touching anything with her wet, green nails, "I have to meet Ivan at the library to study for our History exam."
"Like, why, Liet?" Feliks whined, painting the last of his pink nails, "I still didn't get to do your hair. Besides, didn't that freakzoid totally try to rape you? "
"It was purely consensual," Tara said, tying her long brown hair in a ponytail with a gray scrunchie, "And he knows we're together anyway." Feliks pouted.
"That won't stop him, "He said, "He already robbed you of your innocence and fashion sense! The little creeper…" Tara blinked: What the hell was that supposed to mean? Her eyes wandered to the full length mirror in Feliks's dorm room. Her outfit was perfect for a college student: gray, rolled up to the elbows, sweatshirt with the large 'H' for Hetalia University, deep blue skinny jeans, and navy blue converse.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" She asked, looking completely confused and slightly annoyed.
"You look too manly, like seriously, and the sweatshirt totally ruins your figure." He said. Someone in a peach shirt, pink sparkly scarf, and pink flats shouldn't be preaching about manliness, Tara thought.
"I think I look cute." Tara commented simply, looking over herself.
"You would be ten times cuter if you at least lose the pony," Feliks reached out and yanked her ponytail so her thick hair fell to her shoulders, "Yay! Now you look totally, like, cute. Just like your sexy boyfriend here!" He squealed. Tara face-palmed.
"…No sex tonight."
"Aww, but Liet…"
Tara-Fem Lithuania
…IMMA WRITE MOAR OF DIS COUPLE, LIEK, SERIOUSLY.