@gaianforged continued from here
“...Mm-hmm. Only is the topcoat, and then Zidane has to let it dry for about five minutes or else get Mio’s work all over, yes.”
Her touch is deft and sure, steadier than anyone might expect who had only ever seen her ricocheting off the walls as though daring them to contain her; there’s not a speck of polish to be seen on the skin of the thief’s hands, and the light in the gray eyes seems to have sunk into their depths, lending a softer cast to them as she turns Zidane’s hand this way and that, inspecting her handiwork critically.
“Mio would get out the sparklies and the stick-ons, but that’s maybe not so good for Zidane’s look. Nice solid colors to go good with your so-special fashion, yes- you can attract even more of all the ladies, and thank Mio later.”
Even her words are muted- not necessarily muffled, just quieter than is her usual habit- the strange speech and bright smile are there, but her voice is at a level more usually associated with normal conversation, which is a rarity.
“Maybe Zidane even finds a pretty enough girl to keep his attention, yes? Mio worries sometimes when I’m not seeing you around town with new candy arms!”
