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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-08-15 03:01 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-08-15 03:01 pm
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MHA #4; Saturday Evening [08/15].
After the events of yesterday, Summer's mind was in a little bit of a whirlwind (what else was new these days, right?), and she could only think of one way to get the storm within to settle the fuck down for, like, five seconds. She mixed up a batch of sangria, texted Tisarwat, hoped she wasn't going to just, you know, throw her phone in a drawer again, and then scoured her nail polish collection for the colors she would need until she arrived. And once she did, it was quick into the drink an dinto a gushing explanation of how she'd really put herself in a tough spot with this whole cocky I know a place bid, and they totally needed a brainstorming sess STAT. Which eventually devolved into giggling, putting together some playlists because so much music was still so new to Tisarwat and it was great, and, of course, manicures.
"You knoooow," said Summer, grinning a little as they both sat facing each other, legs folded, on the couch, Summer bent in over Tisarwat's hand as the base paint of rich turquoise blue had dried and she set to the task of carefully painting tiny little fish on her nails, "if this thing goes well, this might be the last time we do this."
"Guess I'll have to find someone else to paint my nails, then," Tisarwat noted, amused and already considering whether a certain pair of lace-clad hands would be any good with a tiny little brush like that.
Summer snorted. "No one's going to be as good."
"Undoubtedly," Tisarwat agreed easily.
Summer glowed a little with pleasure at the compliment, finishing up one fish and moving onto the next nail to start working carefully on the next. She was a little thoughtful, other than for the concentration on the work, and then grinned. "I probably shouldn't tell you this," she said, which of course meant she was maybe a little too excited to tell Tisarwat this, "and she probably really sucks at manicures, but I have it on good authority that Seivarden and Amaya aren't sleeping together anymore."
That was enough to raise Tisarwat's eyebrows for sure. "What authority is that?"
Summer shrugged. "Seivarden herself. She told me when we were in space jail."
"Why not?"
Summer shurgged again. "God, who even knows," she grunted. "It was some thing with Lucifer that sounded way more complicated than it needed to be. Like, color me super surprised, right? Anyway, I know you've been sort of expanding your view a little ever since you found that out, so I figured you might want to know."
"I do appreciate you telling me," Tisarwat said, who might need to think about this a little more when she didn't have someone painting her nails, and she just sort of watched Summer and her careful attention with paint, the way the tips of her fingers lightly held Tisarwat's palm, the way her thumb occasionally brushed over her knuckles, and how she would almost absentmindedly lean in a little more to blow lightly to expdediate the drying paint. She allowed herself a small, selfish thought of not minding too terribly if things didn't go well at all, but she was happy for Summer, because it was clear Summer was excited, even if she could tell she was trying to be cautious in her optimism.
Then, with a small laugh: "I still can't believe you got Seivarden thrown in jail. How did she handle it?"
Summer laughed, too. "Badly," she said, "obviously. She's so impatient! But she's a good shot, I'll give her that. I wasn't expecting that, but I guess I should have, right? Because she was military like you were, right?"
"And a captain at one point," Tisarwat pointed out. "I only made it to Lieutenant."
At seventeen and due to extreme circumstances, but that wasn't the point.
"So you can shoot like that, too, probably? All part of your training?"
"Seivarden's probably better than me," Tisarwat allowed, especially since she really wasn't that good of a shot. "She does have significantly more experience."
Not missing the slight dig at Seivarden's sad old person status in there, Summer chuckled a little, and then sat up, admiring her work on Tisarwat's nails for a moment, five little fish and a few strands of seaweed swimming in their tiny little aquariums. She grinned over at her guest, who wiggled her fingers in appreciation.
"Other hand?" asked Summer, even though she really didn't have to.
"Other hand," Tisarwat agreed, already holding it up.
[[ work was very quiet for most of the day, and these two were very LOUD. Open if anyone would liiiike! ]]
"You knoooow," said Summer, grinning a little as they both sat facing each other, legs folded, on the couch, Summer bent in over Tisarwat's hand as the base paint of rich turquoise blue had dried and she set to the task of carefully painting tiny little fish on her nails, "if this thing goes well, this might be the last time we do this."
"Guess I'll have to find someone else to paint my nails, then," Tisarwat noted, amused and already considering whether a certain pair of lace-clad hands would be any good with a tiny little brush like that.
Summer snorted. "No one's going to be as good."
"Undoubtedly," Tisarwat agreed easily.
Summer glowed a little with pleasure at the compliment, finishing up one fish and moving onto the next nail to start working carefully on the next. She was a little thoughtful, other than for the concentration on the work, and then grinned. "I probably shouldn't tell you this," she said, which of course meant she was maybe a little too excited to tell Tisarwat this, "and she probably really sucks at manicures, but I have it on good authority that Seivarden and Amaya aren't sleeping together anymore."
That was enough to raise Tisarwat's eyebrows for sure. "What authority is that?"
Summer shrugged. "Seivarden herself. She told me when we were in space jail."
"Why not?"
Summer shurgged again. "God, who even knows," she grunted. "It was some thing with Lucifer that sounded way more complicated than it needed to be. Like, color me super surprised, right? Anyway, I know you've been sort of expanding your view a little ever since you found that out, so I figured you might want to know."
"I do appreciate you telling me," Tisarwat said, who might need to think about this a little more when she didn't have someone painting her nails, and she just sort of watched Summer and her careful attention with paint, the way the tips of her fingers lightly held Tisarwat's palm, the way her thumb occasionally brushed over her knuckles, and how she would almost absentmindedly lean in a little more to blow lightly to expdediate the drying paint. She allowed herself a small, selfish thought of not minding too terribly if things didn't go well at all, but she was happy for Summer, because it was clear Summer was excited, even if she could tell she was trying to be cautious in her optimism.
Then, with a small laugh: "I still can't believe you got Seivarden thrown in jail. How did she handle it?"
Summer laughed, too. "Badly," she said, "obviously. She's so impatient! But she's a good shot, I'll give her that. I wasn't expecting that, but I guess I should have, right? Because she was military like you were, right?"
"And a captain at one point," Tisarwat pointed out. "I only made it to Lieutenant."
At seventeen and due to extreme circumstances, but that wasn't the point.
"So you can shoot like that, too, probably? All part of your training?"
"Seivarden's probably better than me," Tisarwat allowed, especially since she really wasn't that good of a shot. "She does have significantly more experience."
Not missing the slight dig at Seivarden's sad old person status in there, Summer chuckled a little, and then sat up, admiring her work on Tisarwat's nails for a moment, five little fish and a few strands of seaweed swimming in their tiny little aquariums. She grinned over at her guest, who wiggled her fingers in appreciation.
"Other hand?" asked Summer, even though she really didn't have to.
"Other hand," Tisarwat agreed, already holding it up.
[[ work was very quiet for most of the day, and these two were very LOUD. Open if anyone would liiiike! ]]