7rings: white

[fluffier]

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[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...]

[fluffier]

[ i will officially die for white ]

Hmmmm. Yer girlfriend?

[enfangs]

[he turns red!! despite not having a girlfriend!!!]

W-What?

[fluffier]

[ he's cute... she can't help but giggle ]

She must be pretty great if yer so embarrassed.

[enfangs]

... Don't have one...

[fluffier]

Ya can't pick just one, huh?

[ Her good mood doesn't waver in the least, leaning back once she's done the eyeliner.

Taking out lip colour next. ]

[enfangs]

What? What the hell does that mean—and wait, what are you putting on me!?

[fluffier]

[ Too late!

She's gathering the colour on her thumb before grabbing his chin so that she can spread it over his bottom lip. ]

There! Ya look so beautiful.

[enfangs]

[he yells a little and leans away???]

[fluffier]

Why're ya yellin'?!

[enfangs]

Y-You surprised me!

[fluffier]

So ya yelled? I wasn't even hurtin' ya.

[enfangs]

Am I not allowed to, huh!?

[fluffier]

What're ya so mad about?

[ genuinely confused??? ]

[enfangs]

[because he's always mad, yuel :/]

... Whatever! Let's just get this done.

[fluffier]

[ thanks for your revelation about yuel's name in chat, jan

anyway, yuel will take his chin in hand and delicately smear the colour over his hips. it's very faint! basically so he doesn't look bloodless. ]

And, done. Ya look so good!

[ She will hold out a small mirror for him to see. ]