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 Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 4:54 pm
Feng deposited Taani outside her door (which he found thanks to the name tag, not because he was a creeper). "You have nail stuff in your room right? If you do I can fix it, I swear. I'll make it good as new."
He hoped, at least. He'd never done more than basic nail care before, so he prayed she'd be pleased with that.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:05 pm
Taani was pretty sure that if she wasn't made to ride around in a palanquin she was supposed to be carried around like this. Perhaps she should befriend or battle more giants, and then be carried around all the places. She stood up on her own when he let her down though, reaching out to open the door before pausing and giving him an almost appalled look. "Of course," really, who would even ask such a question. Then she opened her door and stepped in, and it was like stepping into a Bollywood shrine. Because they were. On the wall opposite of the door they were greeted by a fairly epic poster. Then, once they were in the room, they could see the others, including her pride and joy right across from her bed. Dismissing all of that she made her way over to get the kit for her nails and then moved toward the bed to perch on the edge, turning to look at him appraisingly. "You are allowed to sit on either the bed or the floor." Apparently she was feeling generous.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:53 pm
He stepped into her room and had to pause for a second just to.. breathe in the bollywood. So far he was pretty sure she had the most personalized room of any he'd seen, and he didn't want to know how she'd managed that.
When she spoke again he stuttered back into reality. Right. Nails. He didn't deserve to sit on the bed after breaking her nail, so he sat cross legged in front of her on the floor. "Here's good for me. Where's the stuff?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 6:02 pm
Some things were worth packing more than clothes. More than clothes. You could fit a lot of folded up posters in DVD cases.
Taani opened the kit, starting to look at the different things. "If you're going to do this, we might as well do it properly. The polish on them will need to come off," as she spoke she started handing him things. Nail polish remover and cotton balls to be exact. "Then we can focus on the massage, trimming the nails, buffing, and the cuticles. By then I should have the color I want picked out."
A woman's nails were a serious thing Feng.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:11 pm
Were those tears at the corner of his eyes? Maybe. Probably. He barely managed to hold all the items in his goliath arms without fumbling them and looked up at her a little wide-eyed.
"I.. uh.. okay. Yeah, okay I can do that. I think?"
He was adorable, really. He tried to grab the nail polish remover and everything in his arms fell to the floor with a clatter. "I meant to do that... Do you have cotton balls?"
He had a feeling that was another dumb question.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:07 pm
The fact that he actually tried so hard made her only roll her eyes at him, rather than snap. "I already gave them to you. They are by your foot."
Feet.
Hm, what a reminder. She glanced down at her toes, wiggling them a bit. Maybe if he did a good job she could manage to have a pedicure in her future too.
And if he did bad...well he would need practice, right?
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:12 pm
"Oh. Right." His ears burned red as he picked up the cotton balls and soaked them in polish remover. He took her hand gently and began taking off the polish, trying hard not to focus on the feel of her skin or the fact that he was literally acting like a servant right now.
The silence stretched for too long, though, and he was too awkward to let it sit. "So, uh, Bollywood. Personal passion?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:21 pm
Taani would have been happy to sit in silence, daydreaming about her path to stardom or mentally working on a math problem that had stumped her, but Feng seemed determined to talk.
"Passion," she said, voice filling with more emotion that he had probably ever heard from her. Free had gesticulating as much as possible, "and also what I wanted my career to be growing up. It all started when my parents took me to the cinema to see..." unless he interrupted her, she would continue to give her personal history of Bollywood, complete with filmography and the dance moves learned from each film.
If he did interrupt, she would probably pause to answer him and then continue on with her spiel.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:26 pm
He let her go on the entire time he removed the polish, clipped her nails, and filed them smooth. After the initial shock of her sudden emotion, he found the waves of dialogue soothing. She filled the silence, and he worked a little easier.
After he'd filed the last pinky, though, he stopped her. "Uhm. What color did you want?"
This was kind of nice actually.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:39 pm
Taani had been so entirely wrapped up in the love of her life, movies, that she had only noticed that her nails was being worked on when she had to switch hands and gesture with the other one. His question took her by surprise, and she took a moment to look at her nails, stunned by the fact that they...they actually looked good. Nice even. The edges were smooth and she couldn't find any real fault in them.
"They need an under...layer" words, English words, were failing her for a moment but she charged on "first of this, and then a layer of this I think, with a top coat of this for a extra bril." She handed him each polish as she spoke, and then, for a scant moment, she was silent.
"Oh wait, I do not think I told you about the time that I met..." and she was off.
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