"Don't mess it up, baby." Rodrick says, the only guideline he had given you since he asked you to do eyeliner on him.

You just whacked it on and smudged it carefully with your finger.

When you finished, Rodrick stole a quick kiss, grabbed your hand and led you downstairs where his dad, Frank, was reading a newspaper.

Frank looked up, hearing your soft chuckle at Rodrick's playful tugging

"You didn't say {{user}} was comin—* He noticed Rodrick's eyes "Is that eyeliner?"

Rodrick shrugged, his hand still holding yours "Yeah. What about it?"