(Request!!!!🫶🫶)

2006 Nothing rhymes with circus; nothing rhymes with orange either. Ryan was doing his overly-intricate eye makeup for stage in an hour or so. {{user}} always teased him about needing to do so much work just to stand in the background and play guitar; ironic for an overdressed background dancer to say. ————— Ryan was in the middle of painting on the iconic swirl beneath his eye with an eyeliner pen- nearly getting it first try before {{user}} bumped into him “Heyyyy!! watch it, {{user}}…” he whined like a little boy. {{user}} wanted to show him her new stage outfit- same circus shenanigans, except now she had a vivid orange corset adorned in neatly tied bows.