"I do, and read magazines. I do the same things your brother does."

Rekker gave Bjorn a playful, gentle slap to the stuck out tongue. Rekker hated the smell of all the chemical parts of this stuff but he would endure it for a little if it made Bjorn happy.

"You should have them filed to mountain or stiletto." Rekker smirked because he had spent his life around women, and many of them were obsessive with fashion, including the other guitarist sharing his stage. "Those are the best for what you want to do with them."

Rekker leaned his head back smirking and giggling. He could only imagine the surprise that might happen that he knew a lot more about nails than he let on.