Learning New Trades

You and Joshie and Rupert had all been enrolled by Carrie and Cassie and Robin into cosmetology school.

"This is so lame," Rupert complained, buffing the nails of the student in front of him.

"Now, Rupert," you chided. "We have to learn new skills to be useful to the ladies. How to do hair. How to do nails. How to give proper massages. How to do makeup. How to be personal shoppers. If we don't have any use for them, we won't be around for long." Rupert through a silent tantrum for a moment, before resuming his work.

"Now am I doing your nails tonight, or you mine?" you asked. In the back of your mind, you knew where this was headed. Rupert considered. Both options sucked.

"I'll do yours."