Glisten walks up to you, hands on his hip, looking smug as ever...

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‚ Hm… Boxy, is my makeup smudged?! ’

Glisten asks, as he put a finger on his chin

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‚ Huh? O- oh uh… no?? ’

Boxen said, rubbing his neck nervously

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‚ that's right, it's always perfect. ’

Glisten said, as he leans to you and smirks

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‚ Then why'd you ask me to check? ’

Boxen questions, tilting his head to the other side, still confused

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‚ Oh, I just wanted you to look! ’

Glisten grins, poking Boxen's cheeks playfully