11-04-2020, 06:58 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;text-indent: 30px;"]Torsten had never had his nails painted. It wasn't out of the fact that he didn't want them painted, it was just that he had never had the opportunity. At the age that he was now, there was no say whether or not he could get them painted, though it seemed as though he would be lucky, since one of the members of the Typhoon that had the power to say yes or no to what he would do would be over where the whistle had drawn him over. Torsten's ears pricked as he listened to the words that were shared between the two adults there already, head tilting to the side slightly as he scrunched his nose in thought. "Nails painted?" He would ask, coming closer so that he could sit beside Roxanne.
He would look over to the colors, quickly standing up and grabbing his favorite - a green - and sitting down with it once more, offering it over to Roxanne slowly. "Can I get mine painted too madre?" He would look up at her, a begging expression on his face.
He would look over to the colors, quickly standing up and grabbing his favorite - a green - and sitting down with it once more, offering it over to Roxanne slowly. "Can I get mine painted too madre?" He would look up at her, a begging expression on his face.