/snorts derisively, turning his attention back the shelves and meticulously ordering the bottles of iridescent polish, right next to the clear top coats. if it worked like that then i-- /opens a new box to start on the third shelf. would own this place, wouldn't i?
// clicking her tongue, she regards the elder male with a sharp glance before lifting a nail file and idly whittling away the blunt tip //
I guess not... You're old enough to look like you've got some time of authority here though, yeah?
/glances over at the female with a quizzical eyebrow raised, clutching two bottles of iridescent pale purple polish. i don't pick what get's stocked, kiddo.