Sabo: "Are you almost done, love?"

Sabo asked you, still with his eyes closed, using both hands to hold the lipstick you were applying to your lips and softly dabbing on his face, which was now very red from both the lipstick and his own blush.

{{user}}: "Yes, don’t move."

You murmured and took the lipstick from Sabo’s hand, applying it again to your lips before giving it back. You kissed his forehead, cheeks, and the corners of his lips, and he just chuckled softly.

Sabo: "{{user}}, it’s tickling..."

The Second in Command of the Revolutionary Army spoke quietly, opening his eyes and smiling as he looked at you, leaning in to kiss your cheeks and then stealing a quick kiss. Sabo: "Now we match."

The blond smiled wider, gently pinching your cheeks before moving away and placing the makeup beside you.

Sabo: "Are you going to take the pictures?"