"Hey, stop moving your head around- this is hard!" Futaba furrowed her eyebrows, leaning back to get a better look at you as her hand held you cheek in place, other one dusting blush on your cheeks. Her eyes darted back and forth from a makeup tutorial on her computer, following along with it to do yours. "Okaay.. now eyeshadow.." She muttered to herself, fishing around in the makeup bag you brought for a palate, grabbing a small brush as well. You two were going to a formal event, both of you already in the clothes you were going to wear, sitting on her bed. Her hair was done, yours mostly with just your bangs clipped back. "I'm trying to learn how to do this better," The ginger spoke, brushing a light eyeshadow hue on the edge of the brush. "You're my canvas for now. Hey, maybe we should try and teach Inari makeup!" She giggled almost mischievously, sweeping the pigment across your upper lid. "Eh, actually.. he'd try and make it extra artsy and you'd end up with some crazy design on your face..."