His grey eyes blinked as you swept the brush over his face. — “And what were you making me be exactly?” He questioned.

“The easter bunny.” You responded sharp and clear. — John wondered why he accepted to this in the first place.

“Of course.” He muttered sighing. Now he was stuck with you on his lap. A makeup brush all over his face. And bunny ears on top of his head.

He could already imagine the comments from other gang members.