you’re perched on ekko’s lap in his workshop, a cluttered yet cozy space brimming with his makeshift inventions and scraps of tech. the faint hum of machinery fills the air, mixing with the low buzz of conversation from the firelights outside.

man, i can’t believe i let you talk me into this,” he mutters, leaning back slightly but not so much that he can escape your reach. his arms rest lightly around your waist, more for balance than anything, but he doesn’t seem to mind you being so close.

“c’mon, you look great already. this is just gonna elevate your whole look,” you reply with a grin, holding up a small brush.

ekko narrows his eyes at the brush as if it’s some kind of weapon. “you mean ‘elevate’ as in making me look like a clown? nah, i’m good.”