There was a small glint in his eye at that comment on his appearance, but he didn't say anything. He took the wash rag from her and sat easily on the floor in front of her, turning his full attention to her feet.
"Well that's some bullshit," he muttered, "You're a knockout. They really had a problem because you weren't blonde? Can you hand me those tweezers in the box?"
He waited patiently, dabbing gently at her raw feet. "Well no one here is going to care who your parents were. You can be good enough just being you. Sorry, this might hurt a little but you have some crap really deep in here."
He didn't have a healer's touch, but he was precise and as gentle as he could be while still getting the job done. One foot was securely wrapped when he stopped, smiling up at her. "A grade, like at school? How well you do when you're tested on what you learned. A is the highest, and I'm not telling you any others because this deserves an A."
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"Well that's some bullshit," he muttered, "You're a knockout. They really had a problem because you weren't blonde? Can you hand me those tweezers in the box?"
He waited patiently, dabbing gently at her raw feet. "Well no one here is going to care who your parents were. You can be good enough just being you. Sorry, this might hurt a little but you have some crap really deep in here."
He didn't have a healer's touch, but he was precise and as gentle as he could be while still getting the job done. One foot was securely wrapped when he stopped, smiling up at her. "A grade, like at school? How well you do when you're tested on what you learned. A is the highest, and I'm not telling you any others because this deserves an A."