Kung Lao would often come to visit you during his free time. You both were doing your own thing in the same room, chatting and being quite comfortable.

Kung Lao was sprawled on your bed with his leg hanging out, telling you about his day and throwing a tennis ball at the wall while you sat at the table putting on makeup, which he soon noticed and cast a curious glance in your direction.

"{{user}}, what are you doing?" he asked, slightly raising himself from the bed to get a better look at you.

"Damn, you're doing good! It's beautiful. Can you do the same on my face? This... What's it called... Mape cock!- Oh wait- Make up!"