Makeup is unlikely to change the outcome of things.
[Though what does he know? It's not outside the realm of possibility that Kazuha is correct in his assumptions, that making himself look proper would draw this person's eye. The samurai could be attempting to court someone who cared greatly about such things, unable to see the Inazuman's beauty without it. He doesn't think he needs it, but he can't deny that even a little makeup makes Kazuha look good, leaning back to look at his work once he's finished.
The Harbinger shakes the thought from his mind, setting the brush down and ensuring everything is properly sealed. The stars don't go unnoticed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he removes the clips and allows the samurai's hair to fall free.
That should be it, though he takes a moment to consider - even if he had lingering thoughts on this whole courting matter Kazuha had asked him to make him look good. His face is perfect, at least as perfect as a human could be, he needs no more work there, but Scaramouche thinks he can offer a bit more. He adjusts, back to Kazuha's chest and grabs hold of a bottle of nail polish from the pile of makeup.]
And if it is just friendly, what then?
[He takes the man's hand, gently holding it for a moment, an act that was a more recent development between them. One he's only had a month to truly get used to, though he finds more soothing than it likely should be. He should be more supportive, but he really can't muster the energy.
Painted nails at least should be at no risk of being ruined.]
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[Though what does he know? It's not outside the realm of possibility that Kazuha is correct in his assumptions, that making himself look proper would draw this person's eye. The samurai could be attempting to court someone who cared greatly about such things, unable to see the Inazuman's beauty without it. He doesn't think he needs it, but he can't deny that even a little makeup makes Kazuha look good, leaning back to look at his work once he's finished.
The Harbinger shakes the thought from his mind, setting the brush down and ensuring everything is properly sealed. The stars don't go unnoticed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he removes the clips and allows the samurai's hair to fall free.
That should be it, though he takes a moment to consider - even if he had lingering thoughts on this whole courting matter Kazuha had asked him to make him look good. His face is perfect, at least as perfect as a human could be, he needs no more work there, but Scaramouche thinks he can offer a bit more. He adjusts, back to Kazuha's chest and grabs hold of a bottle of nail polish from the pile of makeup.]
And if it is just friendly, what then?
[He takes the man's hand, gently holding it for a moment, an act that was a more recent development between them. One he's only had a month to truly get used to, though he finds more soothing than it likely should be. He should be more supportive, but he really can't muster the energy.
Painted nails at least should be at no risk of being ruined.]