“Is it supposed to be this light? I’ve got the darkest shade but this thing makes me look grey. I’m not trying to be in a black and white film..” Hands rubbing at his cheek, his head turns to stare at the other in concern. “I look like a ghost right now, don’t I?”
The man’s talking the truth, that damn product indeed is making his skin turn grey-ish. WIth a serious expression, Miran reaches past the male for a wipe, pulling the damp object out of its box. Her slender fingers curl into the smooth fabric and the student grabs onto the male’s chin, wishing to keep his head in place while she would carefully rub the cream off his skin, in slow and circular motions, starting from the softest and plumpest part of his cheek, only then to have the wipe slide upwards to the thin layer of skin covering his prominent cheekbone. So damn tall. « You sure as hell should stop experimenting new products. » she utters, her voice soft, much like her gaze, as she focuses on her current task. « You can sponsor me, if you don’t know how to wisely spend your money. »