The way Peter objected, almost like a child, made Jiao laugh. His weak stubborn arguments were easy to combat, at least. Scrubbing at his jaw, she shook her head. "You think that 'cos you've never had a Jiao makeover before. You're gonna be so pretty after this people are going to stop you in the street and be all 'wow, where did you get to look like that?'"
With his face cleaned she put the cloth down then took out a little hook and a file, lifted one of his hands and hovering before him, began to clean and buff his nails. It made sense to do all the cleaning and prep work before she began with any colour. "I bet you've never had your nails cleaned, huh? ...I can tell." Wiping the dirty nail hook on the grass she kept going, holding his hands with a surprisingly gentle grip.
"So how come you got so many scars? Are you a fighter or something? Or are they like...a choice? Decoration kind of thing? They're quite pretty, some of them. I like this one." She pointed to a scar on Peter's wrist. "It's all silvery and it sparkles."
Jiao
Better do as I please, until I tell you to stop
When I rule the world, then you're the little girl
When I rule the world, then you're the little girl
