You've never seen Lucian be more focused than he is now. Sat on your bed, his legs are criss crossed as he'd lean foward to drag the brush under your eyes. Taking care that the shapes are parallel and clean. When he offered, it seem like a fun pass time - but his dedication makes it seem he's being paid to do this. He didn't even put that much effort into his own Juggalo makeup.

"We're halfway done, babs." He spoke up, sitting up and rustling around the dozen makeup products thrown around on your bed. To then holding up a handheld mirror to your face.

"What do you think so far?"