Alexei stared at the girl who had stolen his bag, slack-jawed.
"You can't be serious," he groaned, looking at what she held in her hands.
"Oh, I am serious," she responded as she waved the item around, a devious grin on her face.
"You're taking this, and you're using it, and if you keep it the whole time to show your apology for blaming me, I'll give you back your bag. Of course, you'll have to let me do some other stuff as well." She held the objects out, practically shoving them in Alexei's face.
"Go on, take them. Or do you not want your bag back?"Alexei stared at the girl with pure hatred for a few long moments, then let out a groan.
"Fine," he said, his tone dripping with acid as he took the objects.
"Look away, though.""Fine," the girl responded capriciously.
"You'll have to let me do the hair after, though. It's so long, but it's a disaster; I'll fix it up for you.""Whatever." Alexei began the long process of using the item the deviant girl had given him. Within a few minutes, he had it mostly figured out; he slipped off his clothes as he started the process.
A few more minutes passed before Alexei turned around.
"Done," he said dejectedly, glaring at her. She turned around and promptly squealed with glee, ignoring his glare.
"Oh my gosh, you're so adorable," she said excitedly, pulling out a hairbrush and a few hair ties.
"Now for the finishing touches." Alexei's heart simply sunk further as she ran over to him.
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Another few minutes passed, and Alexandra stepped back to admire her handiwork. She had done a fabulous job on the young man, if she did say so herself; there was always room for improvement, but given their time crunch, she had done the best she could.
"Take a look," she said happily, pulling a hand mirror out of her bag.
"Don't you look adorable?""I couldn't say," the boy said, malice clear in his tone.
"Why do you even have all of this crap in your bag, anyway?""Don't call it crap," Alexandra said, shocked at the boy's tone even after being humbled like this.
"These are my old clothes. As for why I have them, my friend has certain...tastes."The boy made a face.
"Didn't really need to hear that."Alexandra shrugged.
"You asked," she said lightly, pulling Alexei up from his seated position.
"Now, what was the name we agreed on for you again?""I never agreed to a name," the boy snarled.
"Hey," Alexandra said sternly.
"Keep the attitude in check, or you won't get that bag back. Now, names...Oh! Tara! From here until you get home, you'll be Tara, my little sister." She smiled warmly, although it probably seemed devious to the boy.
"I always wanted a little sister..."The boy simply sighed.
"Whatever. Let's get this over with. At least I don't think I know anybody in the group...""That's okay," Alexandra said, taking 'Tara' by the hand and pulling her towards the barn entrance.
"This is going to so much fun!""I'm going to die..." the boy muttered under his breath as they left the barn and moved to rejoin the main group.