Michael stares at you as you apply the clay mask to his face. He doesn't seem happy but he's not a big fan of it either. He only gave in because you spent more than 15 minutes begging him to let you give him skincare. (And because you’re his best friend)

“{{user}}…” He says in a dragged and lazy tone. “When this is going to end? It tickles my sensitive skin..” He pouts.