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"WILL YOU STAY STILL WOMAN? It won't work if you keep moving," Nikoru huffed, dangling the concealer brush in her hands. She leaned over Jurine, who was tied to the makeup chair in Nikoru's room, giving her a look leveling that of the explosion that erupted at Pompeii. "I am not using my makeup just for you to ruin it all."
"Oh God, this feels weird. Why the hell does it have to go on like this?" Jurine moaned, wrinkling her nose. "My nose itches. What makeup are you using?"
"It's the same brand as yours. The only difference is the color."
"I don't believe you. It feels different. I feel the difference."
"You and I both know that's a lie. Will you let me even this stuff out? You wear makeup, you know this needs you to be still." She curled her lip in a growl like a tiger. "You got the outfit on and the hair is next. I know you are color blind when it comes to anything other than grey or black so. Shut. Up. And. Let. Me. Doll. You. Up."
Jurine grumbled in an undertone, stopping her fidgeting. "I can tell what colors go with others. I just don't like looking like a damn clown."
"Keep squirming and you'll look like the whole circus. Now close them pretty amethyst eyes so I can hide those God-forsaken dark circles." Jurine closed her eyes and let Nikoru apply the concealer, spreading it out. "There, was that so hard?"
"Yes. You know I don't like having other people do my make-up."
"Yes, I am aware, but you have never worn any color but grey or black and I will give up my dream of reporting before I let you go on your first date looking like Wednesday Addams. Hence why I tied you to that vanity chair," she replied, arching her eyebrow. "Last time you freaked out, it took three days to get it out of my carpet."
"You tried using the eyelash curler on me. That thing is evil and should never be used near any woman's face." She pouted.
"Have better faith in my skills, will you? I'm the one who taught you how to use makeup." She rolled her eyes, spending the next couple of minutes applying a natural look to Jurine's face. "Your face is good on its own, so let's go natural. After all, we want your boyfriend to fall in love with you after all. If he doesn't like you naturally, he can go take a hike."
"Ew, don't make me sick," Jurine groaned, her gaze turning to the door when it opened as Nikoru's mom came in. When she saw Jurine tied to the chair, she let out a choked laugh. "It's not funny, Aunt Yuki."
"It is a little bit, dear. Forgive me." She sat at the edge of Nikoru's bed, crossing her legs. "That's a cute dress. Isn't that Niko's?"
Jurine hissed, her face turning red. "She refused to let me wear my stuff. This is the darkest thing she has. Everything else is nauseatingly bright."
"Because your stuff makes me think you're trying out for the emo gothic character in every manga. Black is for a funeral, not a first date. Close your eyes for me." Jurine closed her eyes and Nikoru applied a slightly smoky eyeshadow, but still kept everything else natural colored. "Alright, there we go. Whatcha think, Momma?" She turned Jurine in the chair, smiling with pride. "Isn't our little girl looking all grown up?"
