it was a typically monday morning, priestly was late for work as always and instead of rushing to get there, he’s still sat in bed, shirtless, his colorful hair not yet spiked, as you’re sat in his lap, doing his eyeliner. it’s become a routine ever since you started sleeping over, he could totally do it himself, but he’s rather have a pretty girl do it for him.

“careful” you whisper, gently tilting his head back