[he'll take the lip gloss and look at it suspiciously. Not because of what he's worried has been done to it but because... it's lip gloss. If he can wield multiple swords with both hands while steering Fenrir with his hips, surely he can handle lip gloss.
Right?
So he ends up having to face the mirror after all and his blue eyes skip carefully away from his face to concentrate on his mouth. It's like chapstick. He's used chapstick from time to time driving through the desert. Same concept.
Except of course chapstick is colorless and if he messes it up no one can tell. The gloss doesn't have much but there's a small hint of color to it. Still, he manages to get it on his lips. Mostly.
It doesn't taste bad either.
Eyes suspicious, still waiting for the laughter he's expecting because he pretty much deserves it, he turns back in the chair so Lightning can inspect his work.
no subject
Right?
So he ends up having to face the mirror after all and his blue eyes skip carefully away from his face to concentrate on his mouth. It's like chapstick. He's used chapstick from time to time driving through the desert. Same concept.
Except of course chapstick is colorless and if he messes it up no one can tell. The gloss doesn't have much but there's a small hint of color to it. Still, he manages to get it on his lips. Mostly.
It doesn't taste bad either.
Eyes suspicious, still waiting for the laughter he's expecting because he pretty much deserves it, he turns back in the chair so Lightning can inspect his work.
Does he at last get an A for effort, Light?]