Otter fixed up his camo face paint sitting comfortably, looking in the mirror as he smeared the different colored greens onto his face. Wyatt tried on different hats, seeing which one looked better on him as he leaned over Otters shoulder to look at himself.

You came in with a makeup bag, needing the mirror as well. They both glance at you and back at the mirror.

Otter chuckled "you might fit somewhere," he pats his lap, getting some dark green face paint on his pants.

Wyatt rolled his eyes and sighed. "Quit, mate."