<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 towards 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/>Liam's comment feels like a reveal of something personal and secret like he was trusting Thorne with a small part of himself. It felt foreign and almost uncomfortable. Most people in Thorne's life didn't trust him to look after himself, let alone keep their secrets. He wasn't sure how to feel about it, or how to handle it. He was still grappling with Sad Kitty's trust in him. Thorne was tempted to warn Liam away, make sure the other knew about his sharp edges and how much he destroyed things. But he didn't. Instead, he gave into the hidden part of him that yearned for connection.<br/><br/>"Hey, spite's a good motivator," he replied, plastering a teasing smirk on his face. "Hell, it's probably the only reason I'm still kicking." That was... a bit more than Thorne would normally share. Whatever weird, playing nice and giving a shit voodoo Liam was using was more effective than<em>anything</em>the social workers ever tried. Maybe Sad Kitty was right, maybe Thorne<em>had</em>gone too long without a friend. Not that he was going to admit that.<br/><br/>"The pouty look isn't always a bad thing," though he's responding to Balor, Thorne is looking at Liam, "some people think it makes your lips look more kissable." If Thorne himself is one of these people, he doesn't say, though his prior flirting might be an indication of approval. He watches the way Liam and Balor interact, and wonders how well they would interact with Sad Kitty. When they had a moment alone, he'd have to ask the cat what they thought of the other boy and his cat.  He wanted them to like each other, though he didn't know why. Liam's focus returning to the makeup is a welcome distraction from the thought.<br/><br/>"Knock yourself out. Here," he passes Liam the pallette Sad Kitty had abandoned in favour of the other cat. Inside, Liam will find three thin rectangles of eyeshadow lining each side in varying shades of pink and purple, and varying finishes of matte, shimmering, and glitter. In the center are two larger rectangles of makeup, one a pale shimmering peach shade, and the other a matte rosy pink. "And..." Thorne trails off as he scans the array of products in front of him before selecting another palate. "Here." This one is smaller, and more square. When Liam opens it, he'll find six even squares of eyeshadow, each row in shades of shimmering gold, bronze, silver, and the bottom row shades of matte black and grey. "That should cover the colours I suggested, but if you want to try something else, I'm sure I've got those too."<br/><br/>Thorne sighs as the topic shifts back to more personal aspects of his life. He grabs a brush that closely resembles a rounded paintbrush and looks at the colour combinations Sad Kitty had laid out on his leg before swiping it through one of the shades of purple on the first palette he had handed to Liam. Liam could be forgiven for assuming Thorne wasn't going to answer, as he takes a few long moments to swipe the colour over the lid and outer corners of his eyes in silence. In reality, he's thinking, and stalling for time. He<em>knows</em>whatever comfort or niceness they've built so far is going to come crashing down around him with his next words. It always does. But still, Liam said he might run away too, so maybe he'll understand? But then again, he'd think rationally about it, make sure he had somewhere to go. Something Thorne had never done himself. So maybe he didn't understand. He lets out a frustrated noise.<br/><br/>"It's... complicated." Thorne gets out after a long moment. Better to rip that Band-Aid off now, he thinks, better not to get too attached first. "I... I get moved around a lot. Sometimes it's too much, sometimes not enough. Sometimes it's just shit." It's more than he'd normally admit, but he's well aware it's still not much of an answer. But it's not something Thorne has ever tried to vocalize before, nor does he know how to. Still, it's enough of an admission to have him tensed again and waiting for judgement, for the moment Liam realizes he's temporary, something to throw away when you get bored.<br/><br/>Blissfully ignorant of his human's inner turmoil, Sad Kitty is having the time of their life with this new game. There's a brief bit of wiggling from underneath the pillow as Sad Kitty rearranges themselves to watch Balor search and a quickly muffled giggle at the other cat's teasing request. If one could see the smaller cat, and they had the appropriate facial structure, Sad Kitty would surely be grinning widely. This game has proven to be fun, and they will surely be asking their human, and Balor, to play it with them frequently from this moment on.