Arcane ➼ Teen Wolf

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"You're next," Aiden said, looking at Arcadia.

"What?" she asked, glancing up at him with a sour face, paused mid-stroke of painting her nails. She had finished her left hand and was now carefully working on her right, trying her best not to imitate what her nails had looked like when she had agreed to have a slumber party with the younger population at Casa de Los Lobos. Luckily, she had some degree more of control over her ability to handle the brush that came with the bottle of nail polish than a bunch of 10- and 12-year-olds did.

"You're next," he repeated, stepping away from a girl who was decorated head-to-toe in brightly colored paint. He was missing his shirt, his exposed skin covered in neon green paint that created a mirrored pattern on his front and back.

"I'm still painting my nails," she said flatly, completing her paused stroke. "And I still need to change my clothes. Paint can wait."

He snorted, walking over to where she was sitting on the floor to watch her cover the nail on her pinkie finger with the white nail polish; she didn't actually own any nail polish, but she had gone through the room that stored old furniture and bags full of clothes after Ethan and Aiden had informed her the party was going to be a black light party, therefore she needed to clothes that would glow under the black light. So while they moved all of the furniture from the main room into the space that the hole in the wall provided, she looked through the two bags of clothing to find something that fit the criteria of "brightly colored or white" because her own clothes consisted of blacks, grey, and darkly colored everything, with only one exception to the rule: a strappy white dress that looked more like she should be wearing it to sleep than wearing it to a party.

She settled with a bright blue tank top and a pair of white high-waisted shorts that she found in one of the bags. As she stood up and retied the bag, about to put it back where she had found it, a small cardboard box caught her eye. She put the bag of clothes back and returned to the box, opening it to reveal a small trove of nail polish, makeup, and hair ties. She sifted through its contents, finding five bottles of nail polish, several tubes of lipstick, and a few containers of eyeshadow. Makeup not really being her strong suit, she opted for the nail polish, picking out the bottle that held a viscous white liquid.

"What?" she asked, carefully screwing the cap back onto the nail polish as she stood up, turning around to frown at the boy standing behind her.

"Nothing," he quickly dismissed, although there was a smirk across his face. "You just sound like someone I know."

"Lo que sea usted decir, lobito" she mumbled as she pushed past Aiden and headed for the stairs so she could get changed into her party clothes.

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Arcadia walked over to where Aiden and Ethan were hanging colorful strips of paper on the wall, her body freshly painted. There were lines of pink paint going from her hands - which were practically coated in the color, making her white fingernails pop - and up her arms, spreading out into spindly swirls on her shoulders, chest, and back; the tops of her eyelids were lined with the same pink, like faux winged eyeliner.

"How's it going?" she asked them, placing her hands lightly on her hips. "Bueno o no bueno?"

"Bueno," Ethan said at the same time Aiden grumbled, "not good."

"You know, you could be helping," Aiden chided from his ladder, glancing over his shoulder.

"Hmmm," she hummed, "no. You are throwing this party in mi casa, so I will not be doing a single thing besides standing here and making sure you don't mess up."