cristian & reagan
“ i don't know if it's customary for someone to admit they have never worn makeup before ... and last night, i had the idiotic thought that i didn't really know how to remove it properly. so ... i wore it out ... T O N I G H T. " the embarrassed male rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, one hand framing his face to show the makeup he was still currently adorning. cristian was still learning the rules and regulations of this whole actor business. and when he’d been invited out with the cast and crew for drinks after a long day of shooting, he’d happily agreed. that was until he came face to face with his zombie makeup in the mirror right before he was supposed to be heading out. sighing, he grabbed his beer from the bar and looked the petite female in the eyes with a slight tint in his cheeks. “ i bet that’s the dumbest thing you have ever heard someone say but ... in retrospect, some girl D I D ask for my number so maybe the whole dead look thing you did on me is working in my favor. ”














