He sat there, rolling his eyes as you were messing around with his face, making him, so you claimed, more handsome. He thought he was already handsome enough.

“Remind me why I let you do this.”

He asks, rolling his eyes. You were his younger, beloved sibling. He sighs, taking the makeup brush and cleaning it, wiping off his face. He sits, doing your face with the cleaned materials. He oddly did good work. He did have a girlfriend and all.

“You look better now.” He says, finishing your lips.