<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 might not be the sharpest crayon in the box so to speak, but he rather suspects it means something when Thorne's first question is whether things were 'alright' at home. Still, it isn't like he's particularly uncomfortable with the topic. It's a little odd in the sense that he doesn't think anyone has ever asked, but.<br/><br/>Running a hand through his hair, he grins somewhat sheepishly. "I might have ran away to come to camp, actually. I'm here on scholarship." The word practically has quotes around it, as the idea of financial aid for a camp of all things still has him feeling bizarre. There's no denying the camp is<em>nice</em>, sure, but the actual cost of the place is a little extreme as far as he's concerned. He half-eyes Thorne, as if expecting a negative reaction and bracing for it. He's more than used to comments about his family's financial state.<br/><br/>Still, after a moment he'd continue. "My Dad and I don't have the best relationship. It isn't like he's abusive," he reassures, gesturing. "Just... we're very different people. He wants one thing for my life, and I want another." It is, perhaps, a slightly edited view of things. It's something Liam is aware of as he sighs, shrugging awkwardly and offering more of the reality. "He might say things he doesn't mean, but that's mostly the alcohol. He's not a fan of all this," Liam says, gesturing at himself and the makeup. He's not defensive over it, really, not one of those people that claims his parents are perfect. It's not that it doesn't hurt, so much as it's the reality he lives with. Words aren't abuse, right? Everyone's parents have expectations, after all.<br/><br/>He's perfectly content focusing more on the makeup. Thorne seems like a private type, and he's aware the offer of sharing wasn't reciprocated. Why push, when the, heh, rather thorny boy seems to be happy to share their knowledge? It's something Liam notices, that having his skill acknowledged seems to make Thorne puff up a bit with pride. It's a decent look for him.<br/><br/>The offer of glitter spray has Liam laughing, grin dimpling his cheeks. "I might take you up on that actually, maybe if the camp throws a dance or something." Sad Kitty contemplating the colors being paired together has Liam asking about it, amused. "Are they trying to find colors that look best together? I don't know that I have much of an eye for color really, how do you tell what works?" He'd seen how shy Sad Kitty was at the lake, so tries to word the question in a way that the cat can jump in if they wish, or Thorne can answer.<br/><br/>Being called a pretty face has him blushing a bit, an 'aw shucks' expression taking over without him thinking about it. He's not the type to get complimented much, even teasingly, so it's nice. "Yeah I don't think I could pull off a geisha look," Liam says, snickering a bit. Face-paint is something he plans to stay away from, other than perhaps a stripe of black or such for certain looks. He's seen that done well, and liked it.<br/><br/>Watching Thorne apply the eye primer, he leans forward again without thinking about it. He's close enough he can smell it, tilting his head to watch. "Huh, that doesn't seem too bad." Scratching at his chin, he continues almost absently. "Seems like usually you see people taking hours on makeup, but you make it look so easy. It's impressive."<br/><br/>Sad Kitty freezes as Balor boops him, and Liam watches their interaction, unsure what to do. Though the cat returning the gesture has him breathing out, Balor grins and flicks his tail. Hopping down, Balor's eyes blink in eerie unison.<strong>"Come play?"</strong>the stuffed animal questions, seemingly avoiding any sense of boundaries. It's a trait that Liam, admittedly, shares in a lot of cases.<strong>"My human used to play hide and seek with me,"</strong>he continues, which is<em>mortifying</em>for several different reasons, and Liam coughs, resisting the urge to cover his face.<strong>"We can play it, too."</strong><br/><br/>"Should have left you hidden," he gripes, even as Balor just outright ignores him and stares at Sad Kitty.