SMMFC: 4/2 - Magazines
Title: Magazines
Theme: Plastic Surgery
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Summary: Michiru and Haruka examine her magazine together.
Michiru tucked her legs beneath her on the couch as she flipped through the pages of her magazine. Haruka sat down beside her, a bottle feeding Hotaru in hand, and leaned her neck against the chilled cream leather. She rolled her head towards Michiru, catching glimpses of frilled clothing and brightly headlined articles.
"Haruka, what do you think of this one?" Michiru asked turning the magazine towards the blonde.
"That's a cute dress, do you want it?"
"Not particularly. But I'm thinking about the nose."
"...the nose? I don't think you can buy her nose..."
"Of course not," Michiru humphed examining the image, "But one like it."
"Huh?"
"It's small and delicate. I think it looks refined, don't you?"
"I think this one looks refined," Haruka answered and touched the tip of Michiru's nose, bottle still in hand.
"Haruka..."
"Michiru."
"Haruka...I believe Hotaru-chan is hungry," Michiru nodded her head towards the distraught baby.
"Oh? Oh!" Haruka pressed the bottle back to Hotaru's lips, frantically cooing apologies to the small bundle. Michiru flipped the page.
Theme: Plastic Surgery
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Summary: Michiru and Haruka examine her magazine together.
Michiru tucked her legs beneath her on the couch as she flipped through the pages of her magazine. Haruka sat down beside her, a bottle feeding Hotaru in hand, and leaned her neck against the chilled cream leather. She rolled her head towards Michiru, catching glimpses of frilled clothing and brightly headlined articles.
"Haruka, what do you think of this one?" Michiru asked turning the magazine towards the blonde.
"That's a cute dress, do you want it?"
"Not particularly. But I'm thinking about the nose."
"...the nose? I don't think you can buy her nose..."
"Of course not," Michiru humphed examining the image, "But one like it."
"Huh?"
"It's small and delicate. I think it looks refined, don't you?"
"I think this one looks refined," Haruka answered and touched the tip of Michiru's nose, bottle still in hand.
"Haruka..."
"Michiru."
"Haruka...I believe Hotaru-chan is hungry," Michiru nodded her head towards the distraught baby.
"Oh? Oh!" Haruka pressed the bottle back to Hotaru's lips, frantically cooing apologies to the small bundle. Michiru flipped the page.