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You were sat in front of a mirror filled with detailed around its reflection, your eyes scan your (color) lips; awe of how makeup can easily enhance more of your pretty face. Your lashes filled with eyeliner, (color) eyeshadow prints upon the top of your eye lids.
Vil's hand gently grips on your chin before pleasingly smiles, "Perfect. What do you think?"
Your fingers caresses your cheek, stuck in awed of his work, "It's.. It's spectacular! Truly it is! Thank you Housewarden Vil." The blonde smiles at your response and walks toward Epel, his front hair tied up to give Vil an easier time with makeup.
"Your turn baby potato."
Epel's eye twitches a little but keeps his composure when Vil starts to apply lipstick on him.
"Since your.. robe's hood was completely destroyed, little rose, you'll be handed your dorm uniform quite early. I trust that you won't get it dirty..?"
Little rose?
You nod at the blondes word and got up from the chair, "Your dorm room number is second floor to the right, it should be the fourth room.
Don't keep us waiting." Vil continued before focusing more on Epel's makeup.
To think your first impression was going smoothly..
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Many first years entered the lounge of Pomefiore and chatted amongst themselves. Discussing backgrounds of one another as well as many riches that came along, Epel didn't pay too much into it.
However, when his mind was off somewhere (again), an unfamiliar voice called out for him, "Oh! By the way, what's your name?"
His light blue eyes widened and pointed at himself, "Wh-What?! Me??...
Uuh.. we'll I'm.. um...."
The two boys frowned at the purple haired boy and one sighed, "Poor thing. He scared stiff! He reminds me of a kitten left in the rain..."
'A kitten...? Seriously..?' Epel's thoughts grumbled.
The other boy spoke, "No need to be nervous! It's my fault for asking your name so suddenly, please forgive me."
Epel crosses his arms and nods, "It's fine, really. I'm.. uh, Epel Felmier."
Two of the boys complimented everything about him. His name; a reminiscent of a little birds chirp, his looks being the ephemeral beauty. Up to the point where two of the first years think he's a son of some noble.
