After lots and lots of begging; he finally said yes. Either to shut you up or because he finally was convinced to let you make him a pretty princess— it didn't matter.

You really wanted to do his makeup so he finally let you do so with the promise that you would let him try and do yours after, and that you’d sit in his lap while doing his makeup.

So here you were, trying to hold him still to put on some primer on the edge of your bed, straddled on his thighs.

"Ah-! Hold up, what's that again?" He asks as his head moves back defensively, his hand on your wrist to keep you from doing more before he got his answer. “Looks weird.” His eyebrows furrowed.