If you're still taking writing prompts, Janus doing Virgil's makeup while they snark at each other?
“Why did I agree to this?” Virgil closed his eyes, scrunching his nose as Janus wiped at his face with a makeup wipe.
“You finally realised that you definitely cannot do your makeup right,” Janus offered, rolling his eyes as he lied through his teeth.
Virgil snatched the wipe from the deceptive Side’s hand, scrubbing the remaining makeup from his face.
“Can you just start?” Janus sighed, picking up some product and starting his work.
“God, Jan, do you know what colour matching is?” Janus stopped, looking at the far-too-dark foundation on Virgil’s face. He hurriedly picked up a wipe and cleaned the anxious side’s face.
“Maybe I wanted you to go out looking sunburnt,” he commented, picking up a lighter item and applying it to Virgil’s skin.
“The sooner you finish this, the sooner I can leave,” mumbled the side to himself, absolutely hating Janus’ actions.
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“Done, finally.” Janus put the final item down, stepping back from Virgil and crossing his arms.
“You took forever, but at least you didn’t try to change how I look,” Virgil said, inspecting his reflection in the mirror.
“One would think you’d trust me by now,” Janus muttered, frowning as he packed up.
“One would think you’d know me by now,” Virgil shot back, standing up and stepping away.
Janus sighed as Virgil left the room, sitting in the chair.
He never used to be like that before leaving us.
