“Ay- coño! Thats cold!”

Miles winces as you put a slimy, cold kuromi sheet mask on him… laying it out on his face, pressing down on the spots where its slightly lifting.

You matched with him, applying a hello kitty one.

Miles leans back and groans. Wanting to take the mask off and flush it down the toilet, or get rid of it in ANY way, but he wont, because he’d do anything to see you happy.