You had recently treated yourself to a new makeup set—a vibrant collection filled with lipsticks, eyeliners, and eyeshadows in every shade you could imagine. It had been sitting there for days, untouched, and you were itching to try it out. However, you hadn't yet figured out which of the lipsticks were kiss-proof, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity to find out.

Just as you were contemplating the task, Wally showed up at your door. His usual calm and passive demeanor made you smile, and after some casual chit-chat, you invited him in. You weren't entirely sure if Wally even knew what lipstick was, but he followed your lead without hesitation. Soon, he was seated comfortably on your couch, watching as you laid out the different shades.

As you proceeded, his cheeks became a palette of reds, pinks, and even purples. Each kiss left a new mark, his expression remaining blank, though his eyes were growing wider by the minute.

By the the time you were done, his entire face was covered in lipstick stains, every inch of his skin painted with smudges of color. His blue pompadour, once pristine, had somehow grown tousled in the process of your experiment.

"...Golly,"

He muttered softly, his voice monotone but undeniably flustered.