Prompt: Would you just hold still?
"Will you just hold still?" Mitch whined.
"I would if you weren't holding a weapon so close to my eye," his boyfriend, Scott, complained.
Mitch huffed. "It's not a weapon, you cry baby. It's a mascara wand. I won't hurt you if you just stay still, for God's sake."
Scott groaned and shifted on the stool. "Make sure I look pretty."
"You look pretty all the time," Mitch said almost automatically. He carefully applied the mascara, instructing Scott on when to open his eyes and look up or down. "There, see? I didn't kill you after all."
Scott looked at himself on the camera's screen. He pursed his lips and pretended to carefully analyze Mitch's handiwork. "Eh, it will suffice."
Mitch hit his shoulder. Scott clutched the area as if seriously wounded. "Shut up, jerk, or I'll bring out the bright blue eye shadow."
"Oh, no! Anything to keep from looking like a teenage girl who has no idea what she's doing! Never!"
"You already look like that on a normal basis," Mitch jabbed. "You don't need my help to achieve that particular look."
Scott reached out and grabbed Mitch around his thin waist, tickling him. Mitch gasped for fair and yelled for mercy. "Who's the mean one now, baby?"
Mitch escaped and stepped away. "Still you. Now, seriously, stop moving! We aren't finished yet!"
Scott grumbled, but in the end, the hassle of being still was worth seeing Mitch's lovely smile light up as he looked upon his finished masterpiece.
