It was as if they were a celebrity .

People endlessly surrounded them, as if he were a new creature just recently discovered. They brought to a hand up for them to stop once they had enough blush, hissing as a hint that they were tugging on his horns too hard. People left by second, one after the other before there were 2 more. One adjusting his clothing and the other still doing all his makeup. That is when you came in. Yes, they gave you a look over, a slight sneer with a raised brow as he spun his chair around to face you once he stopped looking at his reflection. “You must be the recruit, make up, right?” they assumed, although not meaning to make it sound rude. But you were the new model, posing alongside Knife. Were you gonna correct them? I would.