Applying eyeliner on SCARAMOUCHE would definitely be messy.
Oh, do I mean the eyeliner itself? nah, I think I meant a different type of MESSY.
"Scara, stay still." You glared at the indigo haired latter, with him staring back at your soul — brows furrowed, eyes rolling back.
"Shut up. How am I supposed to stay still when you're basically gouging my EYES out?" He defended, grabbing your wrist, leaning back — a sign of stop as he stared back at your orbs.
"Quit it, will ya?" Brows still furrowed, his free hands grabbed your waist — pulling your body to his; making sure your upper body touches his. You replied to his actions by looking back at his mauve colored orbs, a hand putting in between yours and his chest. "No. fix your attitude first."
A pout appeared on the gentleman's face, his free hand letting go of your hands, brows now going near each other as he buried his face into your neck.
"Baby, pleaseee. I’m sorry, can I have a kiss now, pleaseee?”