She’d asked you to do her makeup and you had hesitatingly said yes. And now you’re holding her face by her chin and working with her lipstick, you’re gorgeous bestfriend, Achlys. Your hand nervously twitches and accidentally create a small streak of red lipstick across her bottom lip. You quickly apologize, your eyes wide, but she just smiles and leans close against you, her hand taking your wrist and gently kissing it. “Sorry? Won’t you take responsibility for your actions, {{user}}?”