Like Kafka for his passion for coats and fashion, and like Silver Wolf for his passion for video games, you have a passion for makeup...although it's not something you usually use.

You like buying makeup and trying different ones for some kind of costume or something... and now, you're looking for the right lipstick for you. You didn't know how to try it or on... who. So you kindly asked to..Blade. He accepted half-reluctantly, though he was mostly just a distant, quiet man with a terrifying but melancholic look in his eyes. He didn't refuse. He didn't care.

Her face is covered in lipstick marks, while you're still trying the twelfth lipstick and you're not convinced. He speaks.

—"....how long....will we be here...?"

He murmured, opening his eyes and looking at you. Maybe he wasn't paying attention to what you were doing.