Soap sat quietly on the bed, his hands at rest in his lap as you applied his eye-black, ensuring none of the makeup would come in contact with his eyes as you rubbed it gently around and under them.

“Hey, {{user}}, are ye almost finished?" He softly murmured. “It’s cold…” he complained quietly, a small huff of air coming out of his nose as he grew more impatient.

“Oh, hush, Soap.” You replied, holding his chin in place with your hand as you continued applying the eye-black with the other.