maskormenacelogs | things just happen so much don't they

[well, now. THAT IS A SOUND... THAT IS A CECELIA SOUND. for sure. Fuu puts down her pencil and debates whether to investigate or to leave her to it--

--oh, of course she's going to investigate, she can't not.

So Fuu raps on the door to her bedroom, her voice as light and friendly as if there hasn't just been all that AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH just now.]

Miss Cecelia? Was that you?

[muffled misery, calling from a distance:] Yeeees...Sorryyyyyyyy...

[Oh dear, she sounds unhappy. Fuu cautiously opens the door a crack and smiles.]

I hope you don't mind--it's only me. [as though there's anyone else in this house who calls EVERYONE ELSE IN IT miss or mister.] Are you all right?

No.

[she lets out a petulant huff. she's hunched over in front of the vanity Darin built for her, looking as unhappy as she sounds. in her hands, an eyeliner. on her face.............eyeliner.

but, like. crooked and trailing off and stuff. it's not great.]

This is stupid. How does anyone do this by themselves, honestly?!

[OH... all right. It's nothing dire. Or at least it's nothing that would be dire to someone who hasn't spent the morning reaching the absolute limits of their frustration.

Fuu is smiling, but it's the smile of someone who's been here before.]

It takes a great deal of practice. [She comes closer and pulls up a chair.] Would you like some help?

Well, at this point, I'd be a fool to say no, I suppose.

[but it does hurt her pride a bit! even so, she turns in her seat to face Fuu, exposing the duality of makeup: her right eye painted quite immaculately, while her left...well, the shading is fine, but that liner...]

Symmetry is rare enough in nature, now I'm trying to find a bit of it for my own face and it's vexing.

It certainly can be. Especially if you aren't lucky enough to be ambidexterous. [Which Fuu certainly isn't either. She picks up a cotton pad and offers it to Cecelia so she can start again.] My older sister taught me that it's better to put down a series of dots, first, rather than try to draw the whole line at once.

You've an older sister...?

[that's news. her eyebrows lift -- both in interest and for the purpose of dabbing and scraping off her failed liner attempt.]

I didn't peg you for the younger-sister type. [a beat.] Not that I actually know what that's like, or anything? But, just from having read so much...

[There is a smile on Fuu's face--not her usual polite smile, nor the smile she uses when she's oh-so-gently winding people up. It's surprised, and full of warmth. Fuu loves and respects Kuu so much, that to be assumed not to be the elder makes her somehow feel honored.]

If you'll allow me, I'll draw the dots along your eyelid, so you can practice joining them. [She picks up the pencil.] She's three years older--her name is Kuu. If you met her, I'm sure our positions would seem more fitting.

[with just a soft affirmative sound, Cecelia sits still and leans in a bit, closing one eye.]

Kuu...and Fuu.

Is rhyme a sort of traditional happening in your world when it comes to names?

[and her smile just goes back to a regular amused one, now, and she sets to applying the makeup. both this and the prior remark about sisters were just very Cecelia.]

It is if your parents have a certain sense of humor. [she's amused rather than put out by the question. because the rhyming amuses her too, in a silly way.] All right. Now you can try filling it in.

[a little huffed exhale.] Right, then. Let's see if this goes any better.

[it does, actually. a little better, that is, but not quite the perfection she's pining for. things get shaky rounding the top of the lid, perhaps in spite of going so carefully as to set her hand to quiver, but at least now it doesn't look like she has a second, tiny and surprised eyebrow underneath her regular one.

she scowls at her image in the mirror as she inspects.]

Gods, it's not like anyone's going to look that closely at my dumb face, but just knowing it's off is irritating to me...

Why would you think that? You have a very pretty face, Miss Cecelia.

[She says it offhandedly, once Cecelia is done, and leans over her shoulder a little to take a look likewise.]

It is a little off, but it's definitely better than it was before.

[her nose scrunches at Fuu's reassurance regarding pretty because that just sounds like stuff and nonsense and she's heard it before! pass!

with a resigned sigh.]

It'll do. I'm in no mood to spend three hours perfecting a line that'll mean next to nothing outside, anyway! [she punctuates this by putting the cap back on the eyeliner and pointedly shoving it in a drawer.]

Thank you for your assistance, Fuu. I appreciate it. [even if she still sounds like she's been served food with hair in it. that's just Cecelia.]

[and Cecelia just being Cecelia is delightful.]

You're quite welcome. If you want any more tips, please don't be shy about asking.

[She does hold in a sigh at that scrunch of the nose, but she doesn't push it, and if Cecelia is satisfied--or resigned--for the moment, then Fuu will be happy.]

Why do you want to learn how to do make-up? If I may ask.

I already know how to do makeup -- at, at least, as far as what's available where I'm from. It's different here, so there's a, a learning curve.

[feeling antsy, she turns her seat to face the vanity proper, grimacing at herself in the mirror.]

And reasons speak for themselves, I figure? I'm not gonna be doing myself any favors walking out in public looking like a ghoul.

Ah yes, that makes sense. [She keeps a pleasant expression on, almost in defiance of Cecelia's scowl.] I think you'd have to do a lot to yourself to look ghoulish, but I understand wanting to fit in. This Earth is... quite different, and we do get a lot of attention as imPorts.

More than enough. [she lets out her breath in a huff, starting to swipe at stray hair around her face.] You know there's just, just periodicals of nothing but blurry, ill-framed photographs captioned with nonsense speculation? It's absolutely absurd!

[and she buys them. weekly. gods she can't stop.]

Oh goodness, yes. [Fuu sighs.] It can make going to the grocery store a harrowing experience if you've done anything noteworthy in the past week... like spending more than five minutes with a boy, or getting into a life-or-death struggle with a metahuman on the way to the park.

[a blush creeps up her neck all the way to the tips of her now-twitching ears at mention of five minutes with a boy. she clears her throat, trying to get over it in a hurry (narrator: she does not).]

Right. Yes. It's--it's ridiculous, honestly. And ominous? Imagine, someone wrong in the head getting an infatuation...! That's bound to happen, isn't it? [her shoulders draw up as she creeps herself out.] Egh. It's happened, hasn't it. Gods.

things just happen so much don't they

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