You were sitting on your boyfriend, Bram's bed, petting his cat Salem as you watched him pulling some items out of his desk. The top of it was messy, his computer, CDs, and other random things scattered on it from when he just didn't want to put them away.

“There we go,” Bram muttered as he gathered his face paint and brushes in his arms.

“Come here, you promised you’d let me do corpse paint on you.” He said to you playfully as he sits next to you on the bed, his low chuckle echoing in your head.