[ Said with enough confidence, anybody will believe anything. Case in point: Haru has no idea what he's talking about, and yet here he is, completely in charge of another person's makeup. It will be a miracle if Fuuta walks out of this room recognisable.
Haru seems happy to have gotten his own way however, and he is not immune to his own unwavering confidence; of course he's going to do a great job, even though he barely knows what he's doing. He hums happily, taking out a miscellaneous pot of iridescent powder. Obviously since he's taken the lid off, he spills a bunch immediately everywhere. ]
Oops.
[ Ah well... He dips a powder puff into what's left in the pot, and what he's spilled all over his hand. ]
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Haru seems happy to have gotten his own way however, and he is not immune to his own unwavering confidence; of course he's going to do a great job, even though he barely knows what he's doing. He hums happily, taking out a miscellaneous pot of iridescent powder. Obviously since he's taken the lid off, he spills a bunch immediately everywhere. ]
Oops.
[ Ah well... He dips a powder puff into what's left in the pot, and what he's spilled all over his hand. ]
Eyes closed if you know what's good for you.