Mostly to KenjiNazreena
I cannot believe you read all the chapters.
Like, there's always someone every once in a while that reads 10 chapters but then gives up.
But not you. You read all of it.
I am impressed, considering the plot just goes in a circle for 36'000 words.
And I think your review asking for more was the cutest thing I've ever received.
And there is more, trust me. I'll try to post more over the next few days. I just have to figure out which order to put them in, lol.
This little snippet was supposed to be the intro to a scene where Sector 45 have an announcement dinner, like the one they have when Juliette first shows up on base. Warner was supposed to be all "Sector 45 has prevented another plague outbreak, cheers to us." and I think I wanted Alice to find out that Warner doesn't drink alcohol (since both of them would be given substitution for the champagne or whatever) and Warner would be all "Alcohol is really overrated, child.". And that would be it? I don't remember what else I had planned :P
He leaned in and dabbed at her fringe.
"What are you doing?", she asked, retracting her head a little under his touch.
"Just fixing", he replied as he used the tip of his fingers to move around the blonde hairs.
Seeing that done he took her chin into his hand and tilted her head back and forth to look at the clips in her hair. He nodded as he confirmed that they were fastened to neatly hold back the hair without any awkward locks sticking out.
"Looks good", he said and stepped away.
"It did before…", she grumbled.
Without thinking too much about it he used the same hand to brush through his own hair, that's when something caught his eye. A sparkle. Confused he looked at his hand, and there it was again. Taking a closer look he saw that the very tips of his fingers were covered in a thin layer of sparkling light pink.
"What?", he asked himself.
He turned to Alice and they stared at each other in equally confused silence for a moment before Warner reached out and dragged his thumb across her cheek.
"What are you doing…!?", she complained at the action.
Ignoring her he looked at his thumb and saw that there was more of it. He looked at her cheeks and frowned.
"Are you wearing rouge?", he asked.
"What's rouge?", she wondered and backed a little.
"You put it on your cheeks", he said, with his limited knowledge of make up. He showed her his thumb, covered in the sparkling pink.
She brought her own hand up and swiped a finger across it. She looked at it a little astonished.
"Huh", was all she commented.
"I think it was Mr Larson", she said.
"I'll ask him about it later", Warner told her and straightened as the elevator closed in to their destination.
"Why?", she perked up.
"Because eleven year olds aren't supposed to wear rouge", he replied. Then the elevator doors opened.
"Wow", he heard her gasp when they came in through the door. And he could agree. As soon as he saw it a small voice at the back of his head wondered if they really had kept within the budget he had given them. Seven tables had been put together and the whole room had been decorated to compare with something like the Nobel dinner.