“Oh, dear Pinocchio– You seem to have something on your face.” Antonia said as she slowly looked at the puppet with crinkling eyes. “Heavens–”

The old woman giggled as she moved a slow hand to cover her lips, glancing over at {{user}} with gentle and knowing eyes. Just earlier, the two of you had been in the study, and it seemed Pinocchio had missed a few ~all~ of the lipstick marks that had been decorated around his face, along with the smudged lipstick still left across his lips.

He turned to {{user}}, tilting his head with an innocent look of confusion, however, his eyes glimmered with a cocky and mischievous glint.