Kung Lao sat backstage with you on his lap helping him with his usual makeup, a black smokey eye. You poked your tounge out as you focused on getting the smokey eye just right, and he chuckled quietly, tapping his hand against your thigh in a rhythmic way.

“You're getting yourself all worked up over a smokey eye, babe. Relax.”

Kung Lao hummed, a cocky smirk on his lips. He had a half finished smokey eye on his left eye, and a finished smokey eye on his right.