"We can do gold," Blake approves, digging around in the little basket of nail polish to find the gold she knows she saw somewhere. "It's a lovely color."
(She might be a bit biased, since it makes her think of Yang.)
When she finds it, she brings it out with a triumphant little ah-hah, and holds it up to Eugene's face, comparing his coloring to it. "Yes, it'd definitely suit you. Okay." She drags a cushion onto her lap, a brightly colored unicorn orb, and pats it. "Put your hands here, palm down."
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(She might be a bit biased, since it makes her think of Yang.)
When she finds it, she brings it out with a triumphant little ah-hah, and holds it up to Eugene's face, comparing his coloring to it. "Yes, it'd definitely suit you. Okay." She drags a cushion onto her lap, a brightly colored unicorn orb, and pats it. "Put your hands here, palm down."