// Colours.

7 / Lipstick.

Her | Him

What's with the blood red lipstick? Isn't that color a little, I don't know, dramatic, for class?

The only dramatic thing around here is if I were to cut you and spill your blood.

Whoa, okay, I thought you just look dramatic but you are dramatic.

Piss off, new guy, you don't know me.

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Do you seriously put on this blood red lipstick everyday and glare at everything?

What is it to you?

I'm just asking, don't glare at me! You look a little intimidating, look, the other guys are a little intimidated by you.

Well, why aren't you running off like they do? It's suppose to chase off guys.

To be honest, I don't know. The color made you seem interesting.

Excuse you, I'll have you know that I am, in fact, very interesting. Not just 'seem interesting'.

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Today you just look absolutely dazzling with your black lipstick.

I'm sorry, what?

By dazzling I meant depressing. What the hell is with the black lipstick?

How are you still talking to me? Shuh, play along with all the other guys, be intimidated and whatnot.

Well, aren't you just such a lady in having the courtesy to get rid of me.

I may be depressing and intimidating, but I'm a very polite person, for your information.

I was kidding. The black suits you, made you look like you have some kind of badassery— hey, don't walk away while I'm talking!

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Thanks for leaving me looking like an idiot who's talking to himself last time, some people has been asking about my mental health.

Don't mention it, making people look and behave like an idiot is my specialty. I bring out the worst in people.

Yeah? Well, I bring out the best in people, so I guess we're made for each other.

Yeah, nope. You wish I was made for you.

Actually, yes. Yes, I do wish you were made for me. Because that violet colored lipstick just about have me fall in love right now.

Come on, you can't be serious. I didn't change it only for you to fall in love, I change it so you could find the color you hate and stop bothering me and my lipstick.

I can't help it, could I? You do look very pretty with it. Maybe you could put on some green lipstick to have me repulse.

Maybe, I will, dummy. Maybe I will.

Yeah, I know you wil— wait, that's not my name!

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So, you do.

Why, yes.

Oh, well. Today we know I was wrong. Turns out I'm not repulsed by green lipstick, when it's on you.

The color is very nice, to be frank. I think deep olive green is my color.

Every color is your color, trust me. I know.

Hey, don't look at me like that, it's the truth!

I don't like compliments.

I gathered, but that wasn't a compliment, that was a fact.

Can you— can you not talk to me? I don't even know why you are still talking to me, I've ignored you countless times. Lord, what more do I have to do to get rid of this man?

It's not that easy to get rid of me.

Well, no shit sherlock, I know that now.

So, now what?

Sigh. I guess I really can't get rid of you. My name's Ivory.

No. Way. Your name is ivory? As in the cream color?

Why you have something against color as names? I didn't get to choose my name while I was a baby, fight me.

No, no. That's not it! It's just— it's just—

It's just what?

My name is Ebony.

Laugh.

I told you we were made for each other. We'll live together in perfect harmony, like in Paul McCartney's song.

Laugh.

Hey, you look very cute too when you laugh. Wait, no, I mean—hey, I didn't tell you laughing is cute just for you to glare at me!

Bare with me, there's more to come if we're going to be friends and more.

// Finished; 0310 hours. March 27, 2017.

// Inspiration; Black lipstick!