Azulin would stand in the cot, a small makeup pallet in one hand and a blending sponge in the other. His short brown hair had a blue fade to it that glowed in the sun shining through the window. The soldier tilted his head upwards, looking in the mirror and pressing the blending tool into the pallet before pressing it under his eyes. After a bit, Azulin's wrinkles were gone. He turned his head to you, catching you staring.

"What?? If you have something to say, speak up."

He growled.