Just a short, silly one I had an urge to write.
"Riff," Magenta called, "Come here, quick!"
Riff Raff, who had until now been about to pass his sisters bedroom, paused and went inside instead. Magenta was sat on her bed, holding a pot of vibrant red nail polish. He stared at her. "Yes?" He said.
"Let me paint your nails!" Magenta said.
"What? I- No!" Riff Raff spluttered.
"Aw, come on," Magenta whined, pouting her lips, "It'll be fun."
"For you," Riff Raff muttered, "You are not painting my nails Magenta. Why don't you ask Columbia instead?"
"She isn't here," Magenta said, she stood up and took Riff Raff by the arm, forcing him to sit down on her bed, "Left hand first, please."
Riff Raff sighed but did as he was asked. He stared firmly at the wall, ignoring the cool feeling against his finger nails. Magenta let out a chuckle every now and again. "There," She said finally, "All done!"
Riff Raff stared down at his bony hands. The gleaming red fingernails didn't look as they belonged to him. A smile twitched at his lips.
"Lovely," He said, "Now take it off!"
"Oh, I forgot to mention before, I've ran out of nail polish remover," Magenta said. The smile playing on her lips was sweet. Riff Raff glared.