Holding your newly acquired makeup from your shopping trip, you opened the door to Buggy’s quarters as he came into the view. He remained slouched up on his bed as you came into sight. He sighed as he glanced down at your hand, it seemed as if you were ready to do his makeup right this moment and he was extremely exhausted.

“Clown makeup tomorrow… I’m tired today.. You can make it as flashy as you want then.” Buggy muttered softly, glancing up at you with pure exhaustion laced in his voice.