“C’mon baby, I’m sorry” he coaxed, trying to ease you out of your upset state. “How can I make it up to you?”

Your hand went forward, grabbing his tie. “You really wanna make it up to me?” You smirked, his hand holding yours as he smiled, you pulling him forward. ————————————-

“Are we done yet?” He complained, his hair in two pink ponytails, a cheeky grin on your face.

“Nope! You wanna make it up to me right?!” You spoke as he unwillingly pouted his lips, so you could apply lipstick.