I had enjoyed the treat my sister Hitomi had given me. The fact that she had extended the treat to my sister, while Pinkie Pie was watching did nothing to lessen the joy of the treat. She had still given me all she had promised, more than I had expected too. How could I complain?
“Sis, would you mind coming with me into my room?” I had asked her, just after we had left the room of my elder sister Hitomi’s.
“Just the two of us, in your room?” she had responded, nodding vigorously, following me into the room, closing the door behind us.
“Yeah, just the two of us little sisters. We share things, in ways they don’t quite grasp. It isn’t so much the physical similarities and possessions, but the innermost importance!” I proposed.
“I did enjoy sharing the manicure with you, though. I guess it lends something to the moment!” she put forth.
“I don’t mind sharing. At least, not so long as it doesn’t take anything from what I have. Having you by my side, when she treated us to the manicure enhanced the experience since I did not get less, because you were with me!” I explained.
“I could wait, while they treated her since I had to wait for the gel to cure, as she put it. What ever she meant by that?” she pondered, holding a hand before her, examining her nails.
“Your nails are crystal clear and glister nicely, just as mine. She even bothered with your toe nails, as if anyone will ever see them before your nails has grown so much you are cutting it off? Yet, it sure was fun!” I pondered in an amused tone.
“Well, you see them, I guess that is good enough for me. Just ponder how long the effect will last. Would the polish fall off before I cut my nails, or do I have to cut it off, before it is gone?” she continued.
“Wait, does my nails look different, or longer than earlier today?” I pondered.
“Now as you mentioned, yeah, they do look slightly longer than I imagined they were before we entered her room, but so do mine!” she replied.
“I love how they look now. She certainly did do a good job, there. Just so long as they don’t grow much longer. I think I would love them to stay as they are now!” I pointed out.
“Crystal clear. Seems they cover the tip of my fingers from just below the joint, to the outer edges. They even flex and bed, rather than breaking, as hard and shiny as they are!” she responded with a giggle.
“Yet, why was she so firm on barely touching her desk, after the manicure?” I put forth in a challenging tone, yet incapable of responding with a giggle in amusement.
“Maybe you should have asked her, before we left her room? Yet, it is curious. The skin does feel very soft and elastic in a curious manner I had not quite expected!” she responded.
“If cured is what she actually did mean to say, it has to be cured by now. The skin of the palms of my hands no longer is the slightest shiny, now!” I pondered.
“Smooth and elastic, like rubber?” she proposed, slapping her right hand to the wall, even if just slightly.
“Squeak!” the noise from her hand hitting the wall sounded like.
“Well, that was a strange and unexpected noise? It feels strange!” I put forth.
“What do you mean? Aside from the clearly rubbery noise your hand made as you slapped your desk, that is?” she responded.
“On second thought, I guess the noise was the most reasonable one. Though my hand kind of clings to the surface of the desk!” I offered with a nervous giggle.
“That is funny. Although I guess you could have some fun with that!” she giggled in a tease.
“I didn’t realise how much fun this could be. It is just up to exactly how strong this grip is and how much control I will have over it. Just hope I did not get stuck in an embarrassing situation!” I pondered as I slowly pulled my hand up and applied increasing effort into it.
“This does look fun. I will just wait until you pull free before I try. As fun as it looks, it would be very embarrassing if Mum or Dad found us stuck together like this? If I had to choose someone to find us, it is Hitomi!” she pondered.
“I had no idea my hand could hold on quite this insistently, it is as if it refuses to let go!” I responded, just before my hand finally pulled free with a new squeak.
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