pretty boy

“Maybe we should have just stayed when the tour stopped there. But maybe Gaia would have noticed by now anyway.”

“are you kidding? they’re more focused on eternity.”

“i don’t need the sass, mister.”

“ask a stupid question, get a sassy answer. and shove the mister up your ass.”

“yeah, yeah. have you washed your face?”

“every day since i was nine.”

“i can tell. i wish i knew their secrets.”

“....you could probably ask.”

“you’re already pretty.”

“you know what i fucking meant, ryan.”

“shut up. do you want me to do your makeup or not.”

“please. i want to be pretty.”

“not really. more tedious than anything.”

“look at the product you just ended up with. it’s amazing.”

Avery sighed at their reply. “Could we just go back to China, then?”

“my vote is there, honestly. i wouldn’t be opposed to that. demi could probably make it happen.”

“you sure? it’s not really that interesting…”

“it’s so interesting. shut up.”

“okay….i think i have an idea. it might take a while, though; you okay with waiting while i do it?”

“i’m okay waiting. it’s interesting work to watch.”

“you’re damn fucking right– you can’t look at someone this pretty and not comment on it.” he paused. “okay, should i do your makeup first, or mine?”

“yours. iw ant to see how you do it first.”

“nah, don’t apologize. i’m just jealous. you literally look like an angel.”

“are you going to spend the whole time telling me how nice i look?”

“i sure am. now………your skin is so nice, fuck you.”

“i....sorry?”

“exactly. genderless gods that can’t be contained.”

“well...i’d hardly call myself a god.”

“Finland sounds ten times better just because I wouldn’t have to try to figure out how to arrange a sentence in Korean. We should go.”

“you would have to try to arrange one in finnish.”