(Okay... I'm a bit of a tomboy. My best friend is as girly as you get.

You do the math.)

It all started when Ravager decided to ask Angel to borrow a book. She went into Angel's room (didn't bother knocking, usually she didn't) and found her on her bed, painting her fingernails.

"What are you doing?"

Angel looked up at Ravager. "Oh, hey. Just doing my manicure." "Oh."

Angel looked at Ravager strangely. "What?" Ravager said nervously. "You... don't do that very often, do you?" Angel asked. The Ravager looked up at the ceiling. "Actually, the last time I got my nails done was... never."

Angel let her jaw drop. "You. Have never gotten your nails done?" Ravager shook her head no and said, "Angel, in case you don't pay attention, I'm not exactly the most feminine person you know."

Angel sat Ravager across from her. Ravager raised her eyebrows and said, "Angel... what the heck are you doing?" Angel giggled and said, "What's it look like?" She picked up a couple items and Ravager rolled her eyes. "Angel, you do not have to give me a manicure."

Angel glared at Ravager. "Honey. Sit. Still. And I'm not only giving you a manicure. Pedicure too. And maybe some make up..." Ravager sighed. "Fine. I'm not in the mood to argue. You can touch my hands. You can touch my feet. Leave my face the hell alone."

Angel giggled and got to work.

It wasn't much trouble doing her fingernails, considering Ravager didn't move much. She had a lot of practice.

"Take off your boots." Angel commanded, feeling like she made Ravager's fingers look quite nice. Ravager shrugged and took them off.

Angel got to work, but noticed there was a slight scar on one. She made a mental note to ask about where she got that later.

Then she brushed the bottom part of Ravager's foot and she squealed slightly. Angel looked up. "Ravager... are you ticklish?" She asked, grinning.

Ravager shook her head rapidly no. Which, to people, always means yes. Angel brushed by her foot again and Ravager jumped away, giggling.

Which started a full out tickle/poke war between the two for a couple minutes.

Then Kyd teleported into the room and signed, 'Hey Angela...' He looked at the two hysterical girls. He lifted up his hands, then put them down again. Finally, he just signed, 'I don't want to know. Don't you dare tell me.'

He vanished and the girls exploded into giggles again.

(I haven't actually had a manicure or pedicure, to be honest. But this sounds a lot like what me and a friend did once, except it involved make up.

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