"Careful, tesoro. Don't smudge it." Terzo hummed, letting you tilt his head back carefully. He was reclining in his office chair, you seated on his lap. You were holding a brush, gently applying the white base for his face paint.

The colors sat on his desk, as well as a towel, wipes, and a few other brushes. Terzo had his eyes closed, one hand gently holding the small of your back to keep you from falling.