“maisy !” calling from her bathroom, hazel’s voice sounds far more amused than it does accusing. as she isn’t overly particular about that kind of thing, she doesn’t pay much attention to how much moisturiser she has left until she’s starting to run out and she gets the idea she should purchase a new one, but the bottle being on the side of the sink and not the cabinet above it brings an idea to mind that she’s not mad about. in fact, it’s kind of funny. “did you use the hand lotion i left on the sink earlier ?” she asks, reappearing from her bathroom and flicking off the light as she leaves. while nobody’s inside, the door stays open. “’cause if ya did, your hands are gonna feel like a freakin’ baby’s,” she says with a laugh, plonking herself down on the sofa. she only uses the heavy lotion she does because of all the antibacterial soap she washes her hands with so many times a day, and it allows her hands to be at a normal state instead of constantly dry -- however, the thought of maisy and her normal hands innocently using it has hazel thinking her friends’ hands may now practically be marshmallows. even if she didn’t use it, the thought still tickles her. “oh, speakin’ of hands,” she says, lifting hers into view and giving her fingers a wiggle. “i took my nail polish off ‘cause i know for a fact you wanna paint my nails. and i ordered food before ya got here, and you’re gettin’ first pick for a movie tonight, so the choice is yours. i think that’s everythin’ ?”
