Wild: No prob, hon. We won't let you be embarrassed, right Rockette? Rockette: *has a bra strapped on his head like earmuffs* That's right, Delta. Wild: Take... that... off. Rockette: *snorts* Wild: *facepalms* Never thought a girl could be that immature... but then again, she's my boyfriend!
Blues: XD Hahaha That bra on Rocky's head reminded me of a scene from blackadder Cherry: (sees that Rocky and wild are confused) It's a british thing. Don't worry about it c; Blues: so what next?
Wild: Well, are you interested in wearing any makeup or doing your nails? Rockette: As far as nails go, it's cheaper if you do them yourself. Wild: Yeah, I took him to the nail salon and he raised hell because they charged him so much.
Wild: Cool. Rockette: I'll help you with your nails later too. Once you get the hang of it, it's pretty relaxing.
Blues: awesome. I'll just go pick some colours. Are we going back to my place to do makeup or yours Rocky?
Blues: think I'll go to yours Rocky. Don't really want my brother walking in on me doing my makeup. (lol I seem to be forgetting that Blues WAS A DUDE XD)
Rockette: Heard that. I thought I'd die the first time my little sis saw Wild doing mine. I really don't wear makeup that much though. Wild: Yeah, but you do your nails about every day. Then again, you did that as a dude too. Rockette: I will say that once I'm a dude again, I'll miss being able to do half of them green. (When Rockout is male, I still accidentally refer to him as Rockette sometimes. XD Also, really looking forward to seeing your design for "Delta".)
Later in Rockette's room... Rockette: *opens his nail polish kit* You know, the jungle red really matches your eyes, dude. Wild: *snorts* Rockout, you are such a GIRL! Rockette: *bubbly* Like, so totally YEAH!
Rockette: Sure! Wild, get Blues MP3 player. Wild: *hooks it up to the speaker* OK, hon. What do I do now?
Wild: Got it! *hits a button* "Tick tock tick doot doot doo-doooooooo..." Rockette: *start's painting next nail* I used to pick on my mom when I was a kid. I'd go with her when she got her nails done and she and the lady would yammer on about, "Well, honey, let me tell you this... So-and-so said such-and-such about so-and-so and she's blah blah blah."
Rockette: Sorry, I've just always associated manicures with gossip. *blows on Delta's nails* Let that dry for a few minutes. *takes the other hand*