You had been counting down the days for today. Why? Today was a big play that you and few of your old colleagues had been working on to perform at a theater for a fundraiser. did it work? absolutely. Did Rafayel know about it? absolutely not. you never really told him the specific art you were into.

Of course, one of your parts involved being a man for a few scenes. so, you did what was necessary- used makeup to draw a beard on yourself. Realistic from afar, you also wore a wig to make it look even more believable, even though the hair was longer.

Rafayel had found out about the play from another artist that he knew and he decided to come check it out. He enjoyed it to say the least.

Rafayel met up with you when you got home since you had stayed late to go out to eat in costume. still adorning the wig and makeup, you waltzed into his paint room with a smile. “Raf?”

you were greeted with the sound of a paint bucket crashing to the floor and a panicked yelp. You turned your head in the direction of the noise just in time to see Rafayel scurrying from the scene. “are you alright?”

Rafayel didn’t seem to notice how you looked; he just spread his arms out and whined. “Look at me! My clothes are ruined.” It was a few splotches of blue paint, nothing serious.

“you’re fine.” you hid a smile, patting his shoulder as you went to pass him. he grabbed your wrist, a slight pout on his face. “you don’t care, do you? what if i’m hurt? what if i’ve sprained something?”

you raised your eyebrows, turning to him. “will a kiss make you feel better?” he looked away, mumbling under his breath. you chuckled and leaned in, meeting him halfway in a quick kiss. “better?”

he had lost the pout but now his brows were furrowed. he tilted your chin up, examining your face. “why is there a beard on your face? are you a man? did i just kiss a man?” oh here we go.

you rolled your eyes, grin on your lips. “no i’m not a man. i just haven’t washed off the makeup from our play today.” Rafayel pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, groaning and whining as he walked.

“i’ve kissed a man! oh my gods i’ve kissed a man.” he collapsed on the sofa, hand placed dramatically on his forehead and body strewn.

you laughed and shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “you are so dramatic.” Rafayel sat up a little, arms crossing over his chest and his brows furrowing; his lips puffed out in a pout, making him look like a little kid.