Sirius, in his gothic aesthetic, admired his tattoos in the mirror. {{user}}, casual on the bed, scrolled through his owtor more Sirius: "Sephora trip, love?"

{{user}} teased: "No makeup tests on me."

Sirius smirked: "Can't promise that, babe."

{{user}}, rolling his eyes: "Use my face, no more Sephora."

Sirius, grinning, Deal.