yeah… that’s dad for you…

nails, delicately applying coats.

“basic nail guidelines, since you seem new to this… no chewing at them while they have paint on. that’s gross. also, don’t peel them off. they will in their own time.” she instructs, seeming more like a tutor than a 15 year old.

in your life.” she contemplates.

“i’ll do your nails so they match your outfit! red and blue.” she smiles proudly at her colour choices — in truth, she’d selected them because she was thinking about mista.

her gaze is occasionally captured by the movie, but she maintains attention on mista’s —

“it won’t be too heavy. don’t worry about it.”

trish nods her head, taking one of mista’s hands in her own and applying the bottom coat.

“your nails are nice! though… they are a bit short and chipped… gun handling stuff, i assume?” she asks.

“geez… it looks like you haven’t seen a manicure —

it always seemed platonic. maybe it was her father figure’s choice to not get all romantic around her… after all, she was pretty young herself.

after perusing the movie selection, she requests, “i’ve always wanted to watch sleepless in seattle! but, if you wanna watch whatever, i’m down.”

bottom coat.

“remember, don’t be impatient— don’t blow on them or shake them around. the art of a perfect nail is very intricate.” her voice is suddenly serious.

“should i do yours too?” she requests.

she speculates on mista’s gossip — she has seen abbachio and bruno act… awfully close, but —

“my bag.” trish walks over to her bags, feeling more than a little bit bad for mista. she pulls out the nail polish.

“i have red and blue to match your outfit, and pink to match my hair! i’m gonna try out doing all three and see how it looks.”

she sits back down, already eagerly applying the —

she winks at mista, a teasing smirk on her face.

“joking, joking. though… you are a bit of a romantic.”

she sips from her mineral water absentmindedly.

“what movie are we gonna watch? something romantic? those shelves are full of them…” she laughs.

“you know that saying about writers… what they write most is what they want most in their lives… maybe it’s the same for you and those movies…”

“yeah, sure!” trish nods.

she takes a seat on the couch, pulling her legs up so her body is huddled.

“tea about bruno and abbachio…? like… what?” she asks conspiratorially.

as a newer addition to the group, she… wasn’t in on too much, but always enjoyed a good gossip. —

well.

“you know, i honestly thought you’d end up actually forgetting i was coming.” she scoffs

she shuffles her hair back into place, brushing it back.

she tries on the slippers, a matching shade of pink.

“these fit well, too!” she smiles, shuffling her feet on the floor.

upon hearing mention of mineral water, she makes a beeline to mista’s fridge to grab one for herself, starting to sip on it almost immediately. it was the brand she liked, as —

trish groans gently, trying to shove mista away from her hair lightly, with a wide smile on her face.

“you’re really going all-out, huh? i mean, you spend your adult money however you want.”

she shrugs. she wasn’t in the position to critique mista’s purchases when she was no worse on her own. —

“and you do have mineral water, riiight?” she adds on, the smirk widening.