Redwoods; Sleepyboisinc angst

Food Court Dilemma

The gang's all here, at a table in the food court of a mall somewhere in the Mojave desert. They're all dressed up and ready to g- wait. They aren't ready yet? What could be missing?

Oh yes. The makeup.

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"Tommy, please hold still. This is literally the one thing you were dared to do. You have to."
"Do I? Do I really?"
"Wow Tommy, afraid of lipstick?"

Techno was being facially attacked by Wilbur while Tommy avoided Phil. Though he had done a great job of staying still throughout the various base products, he was quickly losing focus and fidgeting more.

"You are not much better. I can't put eyeliner on you if you keep looking away."

Techno refocused on Wil.

"Sorry, you're just super slow."
"Oh? I'll speed up then."

Wilbur then quickly drew a line of eyeliner down Techno's cheek. He smirked and Techno now actually focused on him.

"Bruhhhhhhh."
"It's fine, it can be part of the look."

Wilbur added copious amounts of blush and eyeshadow before expanding the eyeliner design.

"Tommy I swear to god-"
"Fine! I'll stay still!"

Phil mimicked what Wilbur had done with face products, though with varying results. The foundation was in need of blending and he had no clue how much powder was too much.

Wil paused with Techno to look over at Philza's progress. He grabbed a blending sponge thing and briefly took over.

"I'm just gonna... ok there you go. Blend. It's what James Charles taught me."
"You watch James Charles?"
"Not often, but I have a few times."

He went back to layering pinks, blues, and purples around techno's eyes. Phil grabbed a smokey eye pallet and applied enough red to make Tommy look like he was on his third mental breakdown of the day. He could've waited an hour to achieve the same effect but he didn't know that.

He then added far too much black and grey and attempted to ✨blend✨. Fun fact, Philza should never be given the instruction of just *blend*. Tommy thought his eyes were being gouged out and, due to the red, it looked like they were.

"Ok please stop. That actually hurts and there's no way this looks good."
"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM DOING MATE. NO CLUE."
"Well it feels like you're trying to make me blind. I'm seeing spots and shit. Or maybe that's the malnutrition."

"I really hope it's just Philza being bad at makeup. What do you even look li- OH MY GOD YOUR FACE. HAHAHA THAT IS AMAZING."
"Oh no... oh Phil, how? You've just, you've made him a drugged raccoon."

"I DID MY BEST."
"Interesting attempt."
"Oh and you can do better?"
"Well you'll be the victim if I can't, so you better hope so."

"Tommy, come here."
"You think you can fix this or some shit?"
"I'm not making any promises but I'll try."

Tommy moved in front of Wilbur and closed his eyes. He felt a cool wipe around his eyes and the reapplication of powders. After a few minutes, he was declared good enough and sent back over to Phil.

"What are you going to put on me now, old man?"
"Eyeliner you little shit. You ready? Too bad."

Tommy stifled laughter as Philza did his best attempt at eyeliner. It wasn't the best, but Tommy wasn't a raccoon again so it was a pogchamp in his book.