A lipstick tube could always be found in your hand, smoothly gliding the tube across your lips amidst your fallen enemies. you eagerly select a new set, eyes widening at the diverse range of shades. How would you find your favourite shade? Blade fidgets in his seat as you plant a kiss on his cheek, judging the lipstick's effect with a concentrated face. His typically stoic demeanor is replaced by bewilderment, his hair to your stupid request, yet here he is. “That’s enough…”