[They want to argue, but arguing doesn't seem to be getting them--either of them--anywhere. The marker is in their hands, a responsibility they (mostly) didn't ask for, but has been given to them nonetheless. One they must see through to the end.]
< O-Okay, fine. I'll make it quick. >
[They reach out and draw the first small, inoffensive thing they can think of on his cheek: a little star. It... actually looks okay, especially for a place with so many people already dressing up.]
< There. That's done. > [They hold the pen back out to Vash] < Your turn. >
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[They want to argue, but arguing doesn't seem to be getting them--either of them--anywhere. The marker is in their hands, a responsibility they (mostly) didn't ask for, but has been given to them nonetheless. One they must see through to the end.]
< O-Okay, fine. I'll make it quick. >
[They reach out and draw the first small, inoffensive thing they can think of on his cheek: a little star. It... actually looks okay, especially for a place with so many people already dressing up.]
< There. That's done. > [They hold the pen back out to Vash] < Your turn. >