Snippet #1512282

Charlotte waited a few minutes on the deck, assuming none of the boys were home yet. Just then she recalled Hisoka mentioning something about detention, poor bastard deserved every second of it. Little did she know, most of the time he spent pondering her. In class Charlotte was a relatively a good student, she payed attention and got great grades, but she'd wound up in detention more than once since her parents death. Some kids are just stupid and the model had never been good with dealing with idiocy.

"Hey Charlotte." Megumi smiled.

She turned around to look at her, Megumi was seriously adorable. Whenever she came around Charlotte could not help but think of a kitten or something along those lines, but still the girl had a serious body too, just hadn't filled out yet. Megumi reminded her of herself when she was younger, but that girl was over and done with. To be honest, Charlotte prayed the adorable teen would not have something life changing like she had.

"Hi Megs-" Hisoka came up from behind and ruffled Megumi's hair, sending it into a fluff. When he spoke to her he practically growled.

"Princess." The girl flashed him a small smirk and rolled her eyes. While at school she decided she was going to work on cleaning up the outside of the house and garage, it was the only part nobody had tended to yet. In the bag over her shoulder she carried some clothes she didn't mind getting dirty.

When she walked in she decided against commenting to Hisoka as he seemed so enthralled by the news and went straight to the bathroom and changed. She pulled off her other clothes and put on a pair of short black workout shorts and just left her white tank top on, then laced up her sneakers and headed outside. The time went by incredibly fast, she had the lawn mowed, raked, the hedges trimmed and the deck blown off in less than an hour. Once she finished that, she was hard pressed to find something else to do.

Inside the garage sat Hisoka's magnificently dirty bike, it deserved more attention than he gave it. Charlotte wiped off the excess dirt and found a can of black wax and some clean rags off of the tool rack and began to give he motorcycle some love. When she was on the last part few inches of the tank she paused for a moment and looked down. Her (originally) white tank top was full of black stains, great. Charlotte let out a huff and went back to the last few inches of the bike.