[Shiro would be touched to know Lance was worried about frustrated dad lines on his forehead. And maybe a little alarmed considering he's only twenty-five. Though... okay, twenty-five or not, he probably is on his way to those dad lines.
He hums to show he hears and understands, not wanting to talk while Lance is working on his face and possibly mess anything up. Cleaning and tightening sounds sensible. And it feels nice - and smells nice. He's always been vaguely aware of his mother and grandmother having nightly routines with beauty products but that was considered a private kind of magic and one that stayed a mystery to him. If it was like this though... this is pretty nice. Though he imagines its not the kind of thing you can do every night.
Once Lance is done he cracks first one eye open and then the other. And then gets up to slide off the bed and walk over to the mirror to look at himself. It makes him chuckle and its still in his eyes when he comes back, trying not to grin so he doesn't mess up the mask. He takes his spot again and asks:]
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He hums to show he hears and understands, not wanting to talk while Lance is working on his face and possibly mess anything up. Cleaning and tightening sounds sensible. And it feels nice - and smells nice. He's always been vaguely aware of his mother and grandmother having nightly routines with beauty products but that was considered a private kind of magic and one that stayed a mystery to him. If it was like this though... this is pretty nice. Though he imagines its not the kind of thing you can do every night.
Once Lance is done he cracks first one eye open and then the other. And then gets up to slide off the bed and walk over to the mirror to look at himself. It makes him chuckle and its still in his eyes when he comes back, trying not to grin so he doesn't mess up the mask. He takes his spot again and asks:]
Do I put yours on now?