she does as told. tiers purse together, rubbing, spreading color with ease. these are the experiences she's missed from adolescence; hiding in a bathroom with a beautiful girl, in costumes, at a halloween house party. "what makes you think we won't meet each other again ?"
"you are keeping me, though. as in, i don't think i want to leave anymore." words are slightly mumbled, almost lost, as she tries not to move too much and possibly skew the careful lines atop own skin. "i think you're someone worth staying for."
โ oh? โ thumb wipes smudged stain, lipโโliner takes to the edge of cupid's bow, drawing the curve; breath fans her face, two fingers tucking against chin to hold her still, โ don't let me keep you. โ
"not really. i was about to leave." digits furl around edge of sink, relaxed even with proximity, remaining still for the sake of other's artistry. "parties are not my thing."
rummaging through purse. migraine tablets, keys, more tablets, before hands find lipliner and lip gloss. holds them up, uncaps the liner with teeth, mumbling, โ were you busy? โ
even with shortening distance, she does not shy from proximity, plush tiers parting slightly in lieu of sharp, quiet intake of oxygen. thank gods for willow, party was starting to get boring. "oh, i hadn't noticed. help me out ?"
leaning in closer, and closer, and closerโโโโ doeโโeyed, unaware, before she stops just before. squints โ your lipstick is smudged, hana. โ
does not expect to be tugged inside, orbs slightly growing inside as she finds the small of own back pressed against sink, knocking abandoned, empty solo cups in the process. "you don't owe me, seriously. glad to get you here safe and sound."
immediately does she nudge her in, lock the door behind her๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝโโ instinctive, knowing that if she doesn't someone else would barge past and do so. โ phew. i went into at least two wrong rooms, earlier. thank you, hana. i owe you. โ
"hana." orbs drift away from stupidโlooking spiderโguy to companion, gaze softening before free hand rattles at bathroom's door knob, luckily finding said cramped space unlocked and empty. "ah, no people making out in here. we're in luck."
hues drift towards said individual, expression morphing into distaste. the real spiderโman would disapprove of this behavior. not that she knows or cares about who that is, ha . . . "yup, i see him. just keep walking, ignore him. i got you."
โ i don't know. a guy dressed as spiderโโman. โ rich, she thinks, snorting as the words leave her mouth; doesn't shy away from the touch, albeit she does lean in slightly closer, whispering, โ to your left. see? โ
scowl immediately draws upon features, nodding firmly and in utter determination. she is not above punching someone tonight. hand instinctively falls atop small of back, guiding other towards bathroom door. "who is it ? the guy who is bothering you."
only then does she release her grip, a slight flush atop the apples of cheeks. head turns to the left, down the hall, where she had just come from. โ um ... yeah, if you don't mind. there was a guy that way that kept bothering me. โ
hints of cherry and sandalwood, and a slight tinge of stray cigarette smoke, lingers upon other's tresses, almost distracts hana from the words that drift through loud ambiance. "the door to the left, down the hall. do you need help ?"
"all good !" is returned, voice raised to be heard above overstimulating music. gods, it won't be much longer before she departs, and never attends one of these again. light highโpitch of speakers is making damn parasite uneasy. "are you okay ?!"
hands release pomโpoms in favor of steadying @primourdial 's step; she had almost crashed into her with a cup full of whoโknowsโwhatโitโis neon drink.
sitting upon sidewalk, unenthusiastically shaking costume's pomโpoms, glossed lower tier jutting out slightly. no halloween plans. she dressed up for nothing !