<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/>"Whatever it takes to get through the day," Liam quips. If that means spite, hey. He's heard of worse motivators. At least he's not a drug addict or anything; it really could be worse. If anything he's proud of himself for being as well adjusted as he is. A glance at Thorne from under his lashes has him thinking similar of the other boy. It's clear he's had a rough go of it, even if Liam doesn't know the details.<br/><br/>The phrase 'more kissable' has Liam coughing in slight shock, shifting. Almost absently he raises a hand to brush a thumb over his lips, thinking on that. It's certainly not something he'd have heard back at home. If anything was going to be said about his lips back in town, Liam would rather expect it to be some sort of derogatory comment. It wouldn't be the first time he's been called a fag, and he drifts in thought for a moment before he blinks and glances at the palette Thorne passes him.<br/><br/>Right, not the time.<br/><br/>Staring down at all the different shades, there's no denying his expression is<em>overwhelmed</em>. Despite that he firms his jaw, determination taking over. He's not going to be beaten by a<em>makeup palette</em>. One could be forgiven for thinking Liam was going to war, the way he half-glares at the palette and very carefully picks up a brush. Glancing again at the colors, he starts with the bronze and, almost copying Sad Kitty, runs the brush through it and then wipes it on his jeans. He's trying to get a feel for the texture and how it might apply, frowning in concentration.<br/><br/>When he thinks he has an okay handle on it he closes one eye and glances in the mirror, awkward shifting everything around so he can lean forward and gently brush it over the lid. He still ends up half-jabbing himself, pulling away with a wince and a self-deprecating laugh. It doesn't stop him from trying again. The silence between them is... not quite awkward, funnily enough. He's content to give Thorne time to answer, even as Liam himself is experimenting somewhat poorly with the eyeshadow. He does like the color, at least.<br/><br/>He half-watches Thorne out of the corner of his eye, copying the motion the other boy uses. Liam grins, cheeks dimpling as the color goes across his eyelid. Almost excited now, his tongue peeks out of his lips as he focuses, swiping another color to contrast the bronze. Going with an almost dark purple, he slowly applies it to the corners of his eye. It had been so long that he almost startles when Thorne speaks, and figuring he doesn't want looked at Liam focuses on the makeup.<br/><br/>He's still listening, though Liam can't help the way his smile widens as he hears the muffled giggle from Sad Kitty. He's not sure what to do about Thorne, though. Liam isn't dumb, despite not always getting the best grades. There's a lot to think about in that simple statement. "Sometimes it's just shit," Liam agrees finally, glancing up and nodding. He's not going to interrogate the other. Liam can imagine things that are bad enough as it is. If Thorne wants to talk, he can be here. But getting pushy? Nah, not Liam's style.<br/><br/>"People are assholes, anyway" he adds after a moment, shrugging and sitting back. "What do you think?" he gestures at the eyeshadow, and maybe that's that. Liam isn't going to judge Thorne. He's sorry the other is going through some shit, but being pitied never helped anyone. He half-grins at Thorne, gaze sympathetic, but accepting. Yeah, maybe Thorne isn't perfect. Liam isn't either. He's sure whatever the case the other boy doesn't deserve the shit going on in his life, but it isn't like Liam is in a position to help beyond being his friend.<br/><br/>And, Liam thinks as he swipes a brush over the bronze, it's nice to have a friend.<br/><br/>From off to the side there's the laughing warcry of Balor, who pounces on the slightly moving pillow with a gleeful<strong>"Got you!"</strong>The cat is surprisingly careful, rolling around and grinning, and it's nice, too, to see Balor relax and let go. He's always the more serious of the pairing, so Liam can only think Thorne and Sad Kitty are good for them both.<strong>"Okay, you count now,"</strong>Balor instructs.<strong>"And no peeking!"</strong>