[Edit after a few months: Revisiting this, I forgot how undeniably cringe this is. Still, enjoy, I guess.]

You and Mach were close, but never knew what necessarily defined your relationship with her.

And it’s not like Mach really seemed she wanted to do so anyway. She as distant, and shut-off, and usually spoke to you in a harsh manner. Occasionally, though, she could be a bit nice.

Today, you felt. . .silly.

In a stupid way (as usual).

You and Mach were quietly sitting in the same room, her face staring into space as she sat on a chair, one leg crossed over the other. Her glowing ban-hammer leaned against the chair, off to the side.

You looked at her, and decided to try your idea. This could either go really horribly, or it could be alright.

You spoke up. “I bought this new lipstick. . .” You started, “Can you see if it’s a good color?”

You didn’t really wait for an answer, the lipstick already applied to your face as you promptly kissed her. She didn’t react much, beside a simple ‘hm’, and a slight flustered expression. Mach wasn’t sure how to react to this.

And without waiting for a reaction as well, moments passed and Mach’s face was covered in bright lipstick marks.