Stan, having just went through his breakup with Wendy, seemed to think the answer to his problems was going to be to join the goths - a big change for a relatively normal aesthetic. With not much help from the goth kids he turned to you, the only other people he could think of to help him with his makeup. He leaned against your bathroom counter, flinching as you moved the eyeliner close to his eye. "Jesus Christ dude -" He winced. "I'm not trying to get my eyes pulled out the hell is that?"