<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/>The humorless laugh has Liam trading a look with Balor, who seems equally confused. "Though I'm an open book, so feel free to ask," Liam ventures. He's not sure what could have Thorne in such a mood, but it makes him uneasy regardless. Maybe with the offer to ask for information from Liam the other boy will relax. Dealing with people when they're any form of upset is not something he's familiar with, and<em>Thorne's</em>confusion on Liam asking if he was okay just makes<em>Liam</em>confused. The whole thing is practically set up for a comedy skit.<br/><br/>Balor rolls his eyes and goes back to sneaking up on Sad Kitty, lowering the front part of his body, tail swishing back and forth in curiosity and interest. He hasn't met another cat until now, and for all that Balor can act as the more solemn, intelligent part of the duo, he can be every bit as playful as Liam. Besides, as far as Balor is concerned there's hardly reason to hide.<br/><br/>Liam, meanwhile, grins back at Thorne as he actually smiles. It dispels the mood of earlier with ease, and he has no problem laughing and nodding in agreement. "Undoubtedly. There's only so much information they can fit on a bottle, anyway," he shrugs, figuring he's lucked out with Thorne as a 'teacher' in this case. Even the bottles with good instructions, should they exist, likely lack for technique.<br/><br/>Opening the moisturizer Liam sniffs it curiously, wrinkling his nose slightly at the seemingly unique scent of makeup. "You're probably right on that," Liam agrees, glancing back to Thorne. "I don't want to end up caking it on and looking like a clown, either way." He's not sure he really gets the idea of it totally, but if nothing else it's probably good for his skin, and he thinks he's heard something about makeup leeching moisture as it is.<br/><br/>Sad Kitty's antics get an amused quirk of Liam's lips, especially as the brush goes over Thorne's leg with varying colors. Hearing the shade might be wrong has him blinking, looking between the bottle, to Thorne, and back to his own skin before he laughs, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, you have a point. I've just seen some of those glitter sprays they use in clubs, I wondered if it was the same thing." He passes the bottle back after capping it, curiosity assuaged for the moment.<br/><br/>Listening carefully, Liam's expression is thoughtful. He seems genuinely interested and attentive, and he fiddles a little with the primer to squint at it. "Neat," he decides with a grin. He's about to ask another question when another bottle is brought out, and he nods. "I was just about to ask. So it helps make the makeup uh, pop?" Liam asks, tilting the bottle back and forth. "Because you want brighter colors on the eyes or lips?" he guesses. "That seems to be what I usually see. The more pigment, the more color?" He's mostly checking to make sure his understanding is correct, for all that he thinks he understands.<br/><br/>Balor, meanwhile, has finally snuck up on Sad Kitty. Only to reach a paw out and poke the other stuffed animal in the nose, almost dryly saying,<strong>"Boop."</strong>It's something that has Liam choking on a laugh, because what? And on the other hand, he has to resist the urge to facepalm.<em>Of course</em>his stuffed animal has to be almost as awkward as he is at making friends. From the smug look Balor gives him after, it's clear he seems to think this is how introductions should go. "...Sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming," Liam muses.<br/><br/>The magic, the stuffed animals, all of it. But no dream would last this long. "Sorry," he mouths to Thorne, shrugging. Balor might be 'his' but it isn't as if he controls him.