<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/>"I didn't either until I looked for it," Liam says, relaxing slightly when Thorne doesn't seem prepared to mock him over it. "It's a whole process, and I think half the time they try to hide them." He snorts, tone slightly bitter because of course. People don't realize how expensive it is to be poor, or how much effort goes into every little decision or action. Operating from a place of fear is not a good place to be in, but eventually he sighs and shakes his head. Even in his head, now is not the time to soapbox.<br/><br/>Thorne not bothering to look for scholarships says... maybe something about their own financial situation, but it could also just be the boy didn't care about school. Liam isn't sure which, and it seems rude to ask.<br/><br/>He cracks a grin at hearing his own opinion is the only one that matters. It's maybe not as easy said as done, but. Liam dips his head, "Yeah, I want more from my life than what he settled for." It sounds mean, when he puts it like that, but. Biting his bottom lip, he glances at Thorne. "I really want to be a musician," he breathes. "Maybe a rockstar. It's a stupid dream, right? Every kid wants to grow up to be Bowie." He runs a hand through his hair, self-doubt plaguing his thoughts for a moment. "Sometimes I wonder if my Dad is right, and I should just settle for owning a diner." It's quieter, offered tentatively. Liam... really doesn't know how to handle this. He's not used to people taking any sort of interest.<br/><br/>The offer to try out the makeup has his smile widening though, practically lighting up his face. Sad Kitty's addition has him sending the stuffed animal a warm look, before being distracted by Thorne talking theory. The resulting color makes him grimace and laugh, nodding. "I see what you mean. I'll probably stick to basics. Some eye shadow, maybe some lipstick," he says. "What colors do you think would look good on me?" Liam wonders, glancing up at Thorne only to blush when told he's a little<em>close</em>.<br/><br/>He swallows but forces himself not to pull away, shrugging as casually as he can. "Not bad from where I am, either," he manages, and can't believe he's, what, flirting? It's a thought that's set aside as the stuffed animals talk amongst themselves, the comment of<em>leave</em>and<em>the police</em>coming sending Liam's eyebrows hiking up. Thorne teasing him has Liam huffing. There's a reflexive curl of anger and defensiveness, but. But. He really doesn't think Thorne means it the way other people would have. He's used to being bullied a bit, used to people insulting him, and Thorne has been... surprisingly nice, so far, despite the edges. It still has Liam mumbling an answer, another shrug added. "When you don't have anyone else to play with, it's easy to get lost in your own little world." Good job Liam, could you<em>sound</em>more pathetic?<br/><br/>It's a statement Liam quickly moves on from, staring from Sad Kitty to Thorne. "...What do they mean, leaving and the police come find you?" he asks, hesitantly.<br/><br/>Balor, meanwhile, is directing Sad Kitty in how to play.<strong>"One of us will shut their eyes and count to twenty, while the other hides in the room. Then they have to find the other,"</strong>he explains imperiously. Cocking his head, the little bell around his neck jingles.<strong>"You can hide first,"</strong>Balor offers. Having said so, Balor shuts their many eyes and drawls out a 'one', peeking one eye open to see if Sad Kitty has run off yet, making a gesture with one paw to run if they haven't.