<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 9th; morning</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Boy's Cabin</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Thorne | </em><br/><hr/><br/>Liam smiles a bit as he watches Thorne's stuffed animal get told to pick out something good. He's not altogether sure what counts as<em>good</em>, per se, though Liam rather thinks he, himself, looks good in black. He's slowly starting to pick up an idea of what each container<em>does</em>, at least, so that's an improvement. He at least thinks that one is eyeshadow. Or was it foundation? Smile fading to a frown, from off to the side Balor audibly sighs and whispers<strong>"Eyeshadow."</strong>, which had Liam giving the cat a half-'how did you know that?' and half-thankful look.<br/><br/>Thorne isn't like anyone he's ever seen. When you're from a small town, even in a place like Colorado, it tends to be pretty conservative and straight-laced. Thorne, it seems, is anything but. It has Liam biting his bottom lip in thought, wondering, even as the other boy goes through the process of looking at the various products laid out before him. Liam is so lost in thought than when he's snapped at he blatantly startles, almost falling off the top bunk before he scrambles to right himself with a yelp, smiling sheepishly.<br/><br/>Sad Kitty flinching has Liam holding his hands up innocently though; he hadn't meant to upset the other, or to scare the boy's stuffed animal. At his side Balor rolls several of his eyes and pushes himself up, deciding sleep isn't going to happen with all of the noise. "Sorry! I didn't think you'd notice," he admits. "I've just never seen anyone that cares so little about what they look like," Liam blurts. "Wait, that came out wrong--."<br/><br/>Balor groans and jumps off the wall and then down to the floor, landing with a quiet thump and then walking across the floor, tail flicking. "What are you doing?" Liam hisses, looking between Balor and Thorne. Balor ignores him and seems content to settle down in front of Thorne, staring and licking one paw as the myriad eyes blink, a few at a time.<strong>"What my nitwit friend means--,"</strong>Balor begins, only for Liam to break in. "Hey!" he objects, which Balor ignores.<strong>"Is that he wants to know how to apply makeup, and is trying to learn by watching you."</strong><br/><br/>Liam grumbles, burying himself down in the bed until just his hair and eyes are visible through the wood slats. "I was getting to that!" Sighing, he decides hiding isn't the best way to deal with the situation so forces himself up and out of bed, feet hitting the floor before he stretches with a yawn. Rubbing one arm, he makes himself meet Thorne's eyes with an awkward smile. "My uh, Dad doesn't like that sort of thing. But I've been wondering what it would look like on me."