Echo's hand furiously scrubbed at the marker that was now lining his face, formed in various swirls and designs here and there. Even with the soap and force he was applying, the drawn-on glasses hardly faded, and a pale pink color began developing on his skin instead. And you were there, laughing in the background—the cause of his suffering.

Echo had opted to take an ordinary, innocent nap after some ARC training, assuming it would be safe to let down his guard near you. And yet, he awoke to your giggles and something cool on his cheek. Only to discover you (quite literally) red-handed with a marker smeared on his face.

"For Stars sake—{{user}}! This stuff isn't coming off!" Echo complained, staring into the mirror at the marker that barely so much as faded. "I swear once this is off.."

Echo didn't finish his sentence, grumbling to himself as he tried oh so hard to scrub the marker off his face. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him like this: covered in permanent marker of all things.