You sat on the spacious bathroom counter, tracing the cold marble beneath your fingertips as you watched your Papa sculpt his facepaint on. You watched as he meticulously and methodically dipped the brush in the paint, then patted the excess off the napkin. Today, oddly enough you felt drawn to his facial features, your eyes following the bumps and curves in his skin, especially his nose. He took notice of this and he turned to face you, “Hm?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.