Vil was lovingly applying makeup to your face, as he always did. He reveled in testing new products on you, and his insatiable pursuit of perfection made him almost obsessively dedicated to creating the perfect makeup look for you. You, however, were a mischievous force to be reckoned with, always playing tricks on Vil by pretending that the makeup got in your eye and hurt you. 

As Vil carefully applied the mascara he had recently purchased, you played your usual tricks on him. You pretended that he had applied it wrong and it got in your eye, causing you to yelp in pain. For a split second, Vil was filled with intense fear and guilt, feeling as though he had caused lasting damage. But then, he remembered that it was just you playing games again. 

Oh how well he knew you, his mischievous little potato. You always loved to play up the drama when he applied makeup on you, but he didn't mind. This time was no different, as he patiently waited for you to finish your theatrical act before making his comment. "I know you, potato." he said, his voice filled with affection.