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"I think eyeliner is enough for me."
"Mhm. Yeah, but at least try to consider some concealer for those eye bags."
Stella raised an eyebrow at the sudden "suggestion". I mean expected, really, with how many times they've gotten a snide comment the past hour alone, but they could've been a bit more polite at least. "You just said you were just going to try a few products on me."
"Well, that was before I noticed how much you…" Celine shrugged, pretending to consider their next few words, knowing damn well they already had another comment in mind. "…Well, simply put, you look like a raccoon."
"A pretty raccoon with some killer eyeliner, that',s for sure." Stella replied with a tilt of her head, fluttering her eyes in a showing-off fashion. "The tired animal look beats anything you've tried to do, though." This remark was met with a cleansing wipe lightly thrown at her face. "Celine.. Celina, Cel. Or.. whatever else can possibly be a nickname for you." Removing the wet wipe that stuck to their nose, she looked at the girl across from her (who was occupied with the makeup box in her hands). "Any mannequin, mask, or actual willing participant would've worked better than me, why'd y'have to drag me out of all people?"
"Eh." She mutters. Not really a clear answer there.
""Eh"??" They sputtered with a clearly irritated expression, that then shifts to a solemn and poise model face (or at least an attempt at one), two eyes closed with her hand coming up to rest below her chin as they posed playfully. "At least be nice enough to lie or make a nice compliment." Opening one eye to look back at Celine, seeing no reaction whatsoever. "What like... like my nice eyes or complexion fit for another lovely face to practice makeup on?"
Surprisingly met with a chuckle, but the reaction was more amused than annoyed than they expected. "Yes, just the right person for the job. A blabbermouth with no patience. Be lucky you're pretty enough for me to be able to look at you for long." She sneered.
Stell blinked a few times before fully processing the sentence — and the sarcasm along with it — "Oh yeah, yes-" She laughed through gritted teeth. "Work on your tone, I thought you were genuine for a few seconds." A misunderstanding was the last thing she wanted. or needed.
"Though.." Celine took out a blush brush, holding it between her index and middle finger as she cut through her current sentence with a quick "Tilt your head upwards.", fixing her position to apply the blush. "…It's a surprise to hear you say I have a "lovely face", even through all that mock. …and a very sad attempt at posing properly."
A (maybe too loud) "hah!" is heard from the blue-haired girl. "Don't get the wrong idea, alas, an egocentric like you is bound to focus on that part only." They ignored the close proximity and the ticklish brush on their cheeks, along with the odd rise of temperature in the room, but that's unrelated. Maybe just the open window or the breath of the girl in front of her; Actually, more noticeably, the lack of a breath, almost like she's holding it.
"An "egocentric"?" Hurtful." Cel scoffed, but still with her attention on the brush. A bit too much for these two, finding the time to bicker during all this, really. "If you want to start with personality issues, I'd be happy to start-"She pauses, inspecting Stella's face, holding the lower part of her chin with her other free hand. "Seriously… let's not get carried away again, now I've put too much blush."
" Or you just suck at this." Stell chuckled. Odd. She's barely even applied any.
…
She's barely applied any.
She pushes her weight back, sliding away from Cel and further on the table she sat on. "You know what, this i-is fine. The blush is enough. What were you saying about concealer?" They stammered, grabbing the blush out of her hands. She's caught by surprise when another makeup wipe meets her face, this time rubbing into her right cheek.
"Just.. let me fix it, it's too red!" She insisted with crossed eyebrows. The red tint only seems to grow brighter to her annoyance (and growing confusion). "Did you even bring the right cleansing wipes, or are these plain tissues?"
"Okay. Let's just..." Stella took her wrist and moved her hand away from their face. Clearing her throat and using her other hand to gently push Cel away from them, and it seems only then did she realise the situation.