7rings: white

[fluffier]

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[enfangs]

[





it occurs to white that he still did not consent to this but maybe it's too late now]

I'm gonna kick your ass.

[fluffier]

[ gently dusting his face with power ]

And yer gonna look super handsome doin' it.

[enfangs]

... Why are you even doing this anyway?

[fluffier]

Because it's fun. [ close your eyes white! ] Dressin' up and lookin' yer best makes ya feel good, doesn't it?

[enfangs]

[closing his eyes...]

Well, yeah... This is a little outta the blue, though?

[fluffier]

[ you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time ]

Surprises are what make life fun.

[ settles the foundation aside to pick up blush instead, a veeeery light dusting ]

[enfangs]

Jury's still out on if I'm gonna like this one...

[what is yuel doing to him????]

[fluffier]

Don'cha trust me? I am a girl after all.

[ gender stereotypes! she's making him beautiful (: ]

[enfangs]

That doesn't mean shit.

[fluffier]

Yer right. [ wow she's so amicable today ] There are a lotta girls that don't know much about make up.

[ Here comes the eyeliner!! I'm crying White is going to look so cute for his date with Mineo. ]

[enfangs]

[STOP THERE IS NO DATE WITH MINEO]

And how do I know you're not one of them?

[fluffier]

Guess yer gonna find out!

[ squirms closer so she has a good view of his eyelids as she gently sweeps the wand over it.

she actually does only have a basic understanding of make up (: ]

[enfangs]

[...

well, he's also squirming a little, just from having someone close to him like this. ALSO YUEL WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO DO THIS THEN]

[fluffier]

[ that's pride babey

anyway, she's going to gently bonk their foreheads together at his squirming ]

Stop movin'!

[enfangs]

Y-You're too close to me! I can't help it.

[fluffier]

So what? Ya ticklish or something?

[enfangs]

No! Just... haven't you heard of personal space?

[fluffier]

Just close yer eyes and picture somethin' else.

[ She's just going to put her thumb on the corner of his eye to keep his eyelid still. Eyeliner is precise business, buddy. ]

[enfangs]

[he closes his eyes, but—]

Something else? Geez, like what?

[fluffier]

Like... yer paradise. Whatever makes ya happiest.

[enfangs]

That's...

[...]

How am I supposed to picture something like that? What's yours, huh?

[fluffier]

That's easy, I wanna take Societte—she's one of my friends from home—out on a date somewhere. Like a beach or a café.

Try something like that.

[enfangs]

[...

he looks like he's thinking, but it's debatable how successful his attempt is.]

[fluffier]

[ good boy... she'll move into the second eye ]

What're ya thinkin' about?

[enfangs]

... N-None of your business!

[there's no non-depressing way to say

that he doesn't really know how to picture meaningful happiness, so...]