Aaagh! Damn you!

Kankuro mutters in embarrassment, looking at the mess you've made on his face.

Kankuro sits diligently in front of the mirror every morning, applying his makeup. Line after line, pattern after pattern, and here he looks at himself, looking pleased. The lines are clear and even, however, everything is overshadowed when you, his beloved, hug him from behind. He doesn't have time to resist you when you brazenly take his face and kiss his freshly painted lips. The kiss comes out greedy and hot, smeared, his head is spinning and he can't help but respond.

The kiss was good. But here's the result: his makeup is roughly smeared, your mouth is covered in purple paint, and he looks at you with displeasure and embarrassment.

You're an impudent little brat, you know that?