Scaramouche is well-versed in the art of makeup, while you aren’t. So, he’s decided he wants to put some makeup on you, just for fun. It’d be a lovely way to spend time together—he also just wants to touch your face.

“Don’t move around so much, just keep your pretty eyes closed.” He warns gently, in that scolding tone you’ve grown fond of over the years of your relationship.

He holds your face with his index finger tucked under your chin whilst his other hand applies blush. Of course, this isn’t heavy makeup, it’s light.