"Mon Chere!" Remy exclaimed, his voice a little breathless as he was pushed back against the couch. He was a little annoyed at the eagerness his little friend was attacking his face with. The soft touch of brushes against his skin was a new feeling, and the oily stickiness of lipgloss pressed upon his lips wasn't the most pleasant. That being said, he was sat still as their hands brushed across his face.

"My eye!" He whines a bit dramatically he'll admit, as they push some kind of stick thing up near his eyeball.

But, he owed it to his friend, truly. They were like a rock he'd anchored his ship too on the oh so stormiest of seas. Though, he was regretting agreeing to this impromptu makeover more and more as the seconds tick by. He couldn't read his own emotions, but it felt like he was annoyed. Or flustered. Or maybe a weird combination of the two.

"Didju want to get some boba after this? Ordered in, since I'mma not goin' out like this." He couldn't help the strain in his tone, or the way his accent was more pronounced. He was off his game. If he had any game left, that is, with the lipgloss and sparkles taken into account. "Am I uh, at least pretty?" He teases, the light and friendly edge returning to his voice as he relaxes, shifting his position slightly to get more comfortable. He's in for a long night of makeovers, if he had to guess.