@dentheaded  //  get to this when your wrist isnt fucked up fool i just got inspired
  “ hey, hey, heyheyhey. hold tight. ”
nobody expects the bassist’s beau to be polite, and -- and, well, he ain’t, but he’s gentle enough not to hurt 2D when he props his fingers up under his chin, re-aligning his face. he needs to reach them lids, man, you know? ... gotta smear this electric blue shadow all over them: drag makeup, if anything, but hey! it matches the kid’s hair.  ( Holly taught him a lot about accentuating the eyes. )
   “ it’s just a little more. ”   sitting still   is hard for most people - gren ain’t   mad about that.  frustrated, though.   can’t stand to keep brushing away   smudges.   “ ease up. ”
and while he’s down there, bent at the hip, he fixes 2D’s blazer, too. smoothes the collar down, then pops it back up with a yank on the lapels. pink leather. sharp. bright. gaudy as shit.
  “ you are a handsome sunvabitch. ”
