I wanna be touched, be loved
She cleans up the dust from each bracelet as her sister goes through the works to make sure each gem is set perfectly and nothing lingers in the crevices and the stars, and only when they part and split the duties to get the bracelets started on their polishing journey, Caly shifts so she can set her hip up against the curve of the workbench Nova works at.
Taking her golden bracelet back and picking one of the rags, she looks at the polish curiously and picks the one she’s fairly certain is the one you start with when it comes to getting the grit sizing right – but she angles it toward her sister before she applies it just in case. “S’this one, right? T’start?” She asks, and whether she’s got the confirmation or the change of the bottles, she applies some and begins to rub it into it, cleaning it up slowly but surely.
“Soooo, have ya met anyone lately?” She asks, shooting her sister a devious and playful smile as she scrubs at the bracelet.
Taking her golden bracelet back and picking one of the rags, she looks at the polish curiously and picks the one she’s fairly certain is the one you start with when it comes to getting the grit sizing right – but she angles it toward her sister before she applies it just in case. “S’this one, right? T’start?” She asks, and whether she’s got the confirmation or the change of the bottles, she applies some and begins to rub it into it, cleaning it up slowly but surely.
“Soooo, have ya met anyone lately?” She asks, shooting her sister a devious and playful smile as she scrubs at the bracelet.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
