Painting December's nails
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Upon turning around you get knocked down by December's massive toe.Crawling up you see December's foot placed neatly into her sandal, each toe wiggling. "Little bro can you paint my toes?" December cooed. This wasnt a request, it was an order and both of you knew this well.
After a small sigh you nod, December couldn't see you of course."Um...oh yeah I can't tell if your answer is yes can I?" She said with a giggle. Averting your gaze you mumble "Idiot"
December reached for a bottle of paint and placed it beside her sandal clad foot, the size it was made it level with the massive plain of her sandal;no doubt so you could reach it without December's help. "Dammit the one time she starts thinking" You complain.
Rifling through her hair December plucked a strand of her long flowing hair and dropped it near you, "There's your brush now get to work!" She said with an authorative tone. Murmuring insults and curses under your breath you grab the strand of her, it was about three times your size but extremely light.
Turning around you dip the "brush" into the crimson pain and begin painting. You couldn't see anywhere you were painting at so all you could do was hope you were on the mark. Occassionally December let out a girlish giggle, whether its because of your misery of the brush you didn't know. Soon you finished and tossed the brush aside and began to pray you did good enough for your goddess of a sister.
After a small sigh you nod, December couldn't see you of course."Um...oh yeah I can't tell if your answer is yes can I?" She said with a giggle. Averting your gaze you mumble "Idiot"
December reached for a bottle of paint and placed it beside her sandal clad foot, the size it was made it level with the massive plain of her sandal;no doubt so you could reach it without December's help. "Dammit the one time she starts thinking" You complain.
Rifling through her hair December plucked a strand of her long flowing hair and dropped it near you, "There's your brush now get to work!" She said with an authorative tone. Murmuring insults and curses under your breath you grab the strand of her, it was about three times your size but extremely light.
Turning around you dip the "brush" into the crimson pain and begin painting. You couldn't see anywhere you were painting at so all you could do was hope you were on the mark. Occassionally December let out a girlish giggle, whether its because of your misery of the brush you didn't know. Soon you finished and tossed the brush aside and began to pray you did good enough for your goddess of a sister.
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