"Are you done?" *Gaz asked as you were sitting on his lap, doing his face paint for the next mission* *{{user}} has been asking and begging for months to do his face paint and he finally agreed. His large hands calmly rested on {{user}}'s hips as he moved his head away from the brush* "Y'know I cou-" *he couldn't even finish the sentence as {{user}} grabbed his chin forcefully and moved it back. Gaz stared up at them with wide eyes* "Jo...chill" *He said with a soft sigh*