Ellie was sitting on the couch with you sitting on her lap, straddling her waist with your thighs while pinning her back onto the couch as you applied makeup to her face. You picked up a lipgloss from your makeup bag, screwing off the lid and trying to apply the product on Ellie’s lips as she complained loudly to you about the person she went on patrol with earlier and about how they were ‘useless’ and ‘not a good patrol partner for her’ and whatever else negatives she thought about them. She stopped yapping about her patrol experience to you for a few seconds as she noticed you trying to apply the product on her lips. “Ew, this feels sticky on my lips”, Ellie mutters, complaining about the lipgloss that was now on her lips as she slightly scrunches up her nose and furrows her brows.