<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/6a/04/ab6a048b27f37e120621fc2fd37616aa.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett and Sad Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured + torn black skinny jeans, working toward Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2c/43/fc/2c43fc8c3d3c557559e9d59dec4e50fe.jpg)</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>Liam</em><br/><hr/><br/>The fact Liam had run away from home was a bit concerning, but Thorne could sympathize. He tried not to show too much of that concern on his face. "Didn't know they had scholarships for this sort of thing," his tone isn't condescending or mocking, just genuinely curious. "I never really bothered to look at<em>any</em>scholarships." He didn't care about school, why would he? And even if he did, he seriously doubted he qualified for any.<br/><br/>Thorne feels simultaneously relieved and bitter about Liam's situation. He's glad the other boy has something better than he does waiting for him at the end of the summer, but even still it hurts him. Was Liam doing something Thorne hadn't? It sounded like their situations had been similar, almost uncomfortably so, and yet the other boy still seemed to<em>like</em>his father and his home. Why couldn't<em>he</em>have had a parent like that? Thorne's frown deepens. "Well, fuck what he says. The only opinion of you that matters is your own." Though his words might sound harsh, he genuinely believes them, or at least seems to. "Don't let anyone tell you different."<br/><br/>Thorne looks Liam up and down for a moment, clearly thinking something over. "You can try out whatever you want," he says, gesturing to the makeup pile, "Just ask me first, 'kay?"<br/><br/>"I'm picking colours!" Sad Kitty chimes in, somewhat proudly. They fall silent afterwards though, becoming almost instantly uncomfortable with the attention. Once again, Thorne's protectiveness makes an appearance, and he draws Liam's attention back to himself. "If you're worried about it you can learn colour theory or whatever it's called," he waves one hand dismissively while grabbing an eyeshadow palette with another, "but as long as you don't mix anything particularly clashy, you should be alright." Opening it, he swipes his finger through a muted, almost salmon-like orange shade. He wipes the colour on a patch of skin through a tear in his jeans before doing the same with an off-putting shade of bright green. "See that?" Thorne asks, gesturing to the truly awful colour combination on his leg. "Just don't do anything nasty like that and you'll be golden."<br/><br/>"Getting pretty close, aren't ya?" Thorne grins, eyebrow raised as Liam leans closer. "Not that I mind though," his gaze darts to the muscular boy's bare chest for a moment before meeting his eyes again, "it's a pretty nice view." While he's not used to receiving much positive attention, it was clear Thorne relished it. Briefly, he thought maybe he should turn it down a notch. But why bother? It wasn't like he was going to see any of these people ever again after camp anyways. "Some people do take ages. The more you do it, the fast you get though. Practice makes perfect, or whatever it is they say."<br/><br/>Sad Kitty tilts their head, looking confused for a moment before looking up at Thorne. "Whatever you want. Just don't get torn up. I'd rather not find out if you can feel pain." The tone he addresses Sad Kitty in is possibly the gentlest tone one could imagine Thorne capable of. It's still not<em>quite</em>there, but it's close. Having received their answer, Sad Kitty looks back to Balor for a moment before answering themselves. "O-okay," then after a moment, "We've never played before. Is it like when we leave and the police come find us?" Whatever mortification Liam felt at Balor's comment, is now equally felt by Thorne at Sad Kitty's own confession. Thorne can't really seem to get angry with Sad Kitty, but at times like this, he almost wishes he could. Until he remembers what being the victim of anger is like, at least. "My human never really played any games." Sad Kitty barely even spoke when other awakened people were around, but of course, now that they were talking about Thorne's secrets, they couldn't seem to stop. Just his fucking luck.<br/><br/>Instead of focusing on, or god forbid talking about, what Sad Kitty had said Thorne chooses to do one of the things he does best. "You played hide and seek with your<em>stuffed animal?</em>" He asks, a wide, teasing grin on his face.