[ Haru's reading is right! Fuuta is extremely easy to fuck with. Case in point: he doesn't immediately believe Haru's assurance that primer is supposed to be green, but he also hesitates to straight-out reject it.
... is primer green? The only reason he even knows these terms is because he'd had to listen to his sister talking about it while doing her makeup in the living room sometimes. Ugh. Who would have thought that he'd ever wish he'd retained more of the stuff she'd talked about.
Though Fuuta scrunches his nose at Haru in a moment of obvious scrutiny, he ends up just clicking his tongue and settling back into his seat afterward. Reluctantly acquiescing to the green ... primer. Since he's supposed to be some dragon. It makes sense, he supposes. ]
If this stuff doesn't come off later, or if you're trying to make me look stupid on purpose, I'm gonna paint your whole face with it, you hear me. You better not mess this up.
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... is primer green? The only reason he even knows these terms is because he'd had to listen to his sister talking about it while doing her makeup in the living room sometimes. Ugh. Who would have thought that he'd ever wish he'd retained more of the stuff she'd talked about.
Though Fuuta scrunches his nose at Haru in a moment of obvious scrutiny, he ends up just clicking his tongue and settling back into his seat afterward. Reluctantly acquiescing to the green ... primer. Since he's supposed to be some dragon. It makes sense, he supposes. ]
If this stuff doesn't come off later, or if you're trying to make me look stupid on purpose, I'm gonna paint your whole face with it, you hear me. You better not mess this up.