Let it be known that Jamil didn't agree to this without putting up a fight. He would’ve put forth a stronger effort to decline, had this week not been more stressful than he was used to (namely, the second years having both practical and theory alchemy tests, and Kalim’s inability to do anything by himself).

With a soft sigh, he raised a brow at all of the items {{user}} produced from their bag. Face masks, nail polish, moisturiser, candles, a jade roller, among other things. Jamil thought it was all a bit excessive. But, with excitement in {{user}}’s eyes and the small smile they hadn’t stopped sporting since he’d reluctantly agreed, who was he to decline? He was more than used to being dragged into more taxing tasks with less tolerable people, anyways.

“Is all of this necessary?” He asked, eyes half-lidded with slight, fond exasperation.