( using a pair of disposable tweezers, 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈 placed the last set of false eyelashes on the woman she chose to makeover. ) ‘ okay, so boom. you fine girl. don’t let none of them niggas try and push up on you tonight. ’ ( she asked the woman as she handed over the handheld mirror so that she could see herself all dolled up. 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈 couldn’t help but to smile at the look on the ladies face. the confidence boost was immediate. ) ‘  alright, this is officially my favorite thing i’ve ever done. what are you getting into? ’ ( she spoke to the familiar face a few feet away from her as she slid the gloves off of her hands for a new pair. )

(𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘’s laughter was contagious, 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈 follwed suite absentmindedly. it wasn’t until he began to maneuver her body with only one of his hands, that her interest was piqued. ) ‘ you tell me to act natural, like, the seven foot tall man whistling won’t raise eyebrows. ’ ( the beauty remarked in a voice just above a whisper, although slightly apprehensive on what it is he wanted her to see, she mimicked his every move until she too was eye level with the miniature palm impression. the sight was adorable, so much so, she had to stifle her desire to let out a verbal ‘awww’ as a response. ) ‘ looks like regular ol’ hoodlum graffiti to me. ’ ( her deadpanned expression lasted all of a few seconds before it was replaced by a bright grin, her nose crinkling up as she peered up at the male, directing her line of vision back to the inconspicuous find. ‘ how’d you know this was here? you might be an art connoisseur but you ain’t been this short in a long time. ’

‘ picasso, picasso — he’s the one who did the self-portraits, yes? ’ ( she queried, genuinely wanting to know the answer, since she was simply speculating at the moment. ) ‘ we can both see that i didn’t pay attention in history class. but we did learn about him and the one who cut his ear off, vincent? either way, even in my limited knowledge i know more white men than black. wild.’

( 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈 noted the richness in the male’s tone as he spoke, causing her to listen intently to his words, her immediately responding with natural banter. ) ‘ ah, watch out, we got mr. aesthete over here! ’ ( she raised her voice only an octave above her normally regulated tone, no one that wasn’t in a five-foot radius could hear her joke as she playfully rolled her eyes at the male. her eyebrows knitted together toward the center of her forehead as he tapped her, her head swiveled to meet the woman in her employee attire, her shoulders slouching when his statement is completed. ) ‘ you ever think about a career in comedy? ’  ( she questioned rhetorically. ) ‘ it just wasn’t something i was introduced to as a kid, and once i got older, the want to go just faded. but since you’re a regular around here, show me some things i’ve missed out on. ’ 

‘ yeah, my school wasn’t tryna take us any further than the swap meet, so chile. i can’t feel too bad. ’ ( finally tearing her eyes away from the expertly molded clay, she set her eyes on the woman, her face scrunching up as the tail end of her statement morphed into an inquiry. ) ‘ i think the fact that i can’t relate to old ass ‘ outcast’ white men with an axe to grind is suckin’ out the fun. i would probably like an african american museum history a tad bit better. what about you? is obscure art ya’ thing? ’

( the femme hissed playfully at the numeric value of her lack of culture, shaking her head in faux disappointment of herself. )  ‘ i might as well see what’s poppin’ on love and hip-hop at that point. i wonder if Ray J needs a new love interest. ’ ( she responded jokingly, tilting her head at the relevance of the conversation, seeing as how they were peering at what looked like an african statue. )  i learned that from Black Panther. ’ ( she replied factitiously. ) ‘ ain’t it cute how they always take credit for shit, even when we know they couldn’t pull it off? shame. ’ 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈 sauntered around the room of artifacts, zeroing in on the pieces that caught her eye, reading the small blurp written up about each acquired item. she was surprising herself with how interested she was in the art. the presence of someone directly to the side of her caused her to pick her head up and peer over at them, a dainty smile graced her lips as she turned back to the sculpture they were both enamored by. ) on a scale of one to a mona scott young production, how uncultured am i if this is my first time in a museum?