[At least his hands are steadier than his own feet or he'd never get his makeup done. He uncaps the little red bottle and waits for her to stop squirming, or at least squirm less, and then takes one of her little hands in his immense palm so he can delicately paint each fingernail. And yes, he does think to caution her:]
These take a little while to dry so you'll need to wait, okay? They'll look prettiest if you're patient.
[She agrees readily, but it's going to be difficult. Mary stares intently at his work, seeming to manage to get a bigger and bigger smile on her face the more color is put onto her nails. Her little hands are kept still as if they're made of marble.]
Can I paint your nails, too? We can both have colorful hands!
[At least for now she's being good! He finishes with one hand before too long and starts on the second, dipping the brush and paining each tiny fingernail carefully.]
Yeah! I'd love that. I'll let you pick what color you think is best.
[And you know what? He's never had painted nails but he's genuinely looking forward to it.]
[He'll have to be on the lookout for tiny brushes. Maybe Rastus can get him some. The idea suddenly of giving her, say, pink nails with tiny red flowers with green leaves on them sounds like a lot of fun. He's not sure he'd be great at that level of detail with his massive hands, though. Maybe with a magnifying glass.
Eventually he finishes and places the brush back in its bottle as he lets her go.]
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[At least his hands are steadier than his own feet or he'd never get his makeup done. He uncaps the little red bottle and waits for her to stop squirming, or at least squirm less, and then takes one of her little hands in his immense palm so he can delicately paint each fingernail. And yes, he does think to caution her:]
These take a little while to dry so you'll need to wait, okay? They'll look prettiest if you're patient.
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[She agrees readily, but it's going to be difficult. Mary stares intently at his work, seeming to manage to get a bigger and bigger smile on her face the more color is put onto her nails. Her little hands are kept still as if they're made of marble.]
Can I paint your nails, too? We can both have colorful hands!
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Yeah! I'd love that. I'll let you pick what color you think is best.
[And you know what? He's never had painted nails but he's genuinely looking forward to it.]
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[But he could probably pull of any color, really. Mary can't take her eyes off of his handiwork; each nail feels like a transformation.]
And then next time, I'll wear pink and you can wear red!
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[He'll have to be on the lookout for tiny brushes. Maybe Rastus can get him some. The idea suddenly of giving her, say, pink nails with tiny red flowers with green leaves on them sounds like a lot of fun. He's not sure he'd be great at that level of detail with his massive hands, though. Maybe with a magnifying glass.
Eventually he finishes and places the brush back in its bottle as he lets her go.]
Okay, remember, got to let them dry.