The boy scrunched his face up, finding it hard to keep still. Lou put makeup on him many times before, normally sloppily applied bronzer and the faintest tint of reddish eyeshadow. Maybe some lipgloss. And while it had always fascinated him to a degree, he felt past that somehow now. Then again, he wasn’t sure how girls tolerated the crude slide of a pencil against their eyes, but he was definitely having a hard time of it, probably making it difficult on the girl in front of him. “Is it done yet?” He murmured, practically whining. @opheliarios
















