[ Rohan has already sent everyone off to bed or to their nighttime activities, receding into his room to get ready for bed. Changing for bed-- for him --is changing into one of his fluttery robes and sitting in front of the vanity to take off his makeup.
The whole thing.
Lips are black again, his face is too pale from lack of priming, his eyes sport their black, capillary-busted circles, and his eyebrows are nonexistent again.
Ibuki's presence is ANNOUNCED to his chagrin and he is caught staring in abject horror at the reflection of his door bursting open in the mirror. ]
MIODA. [ uh oh surname. ] Can you not??
[ Without thinking about it, he turns around on his tail and hisses. She might be able to note that he looks about ten years older in the face from all of his stress-related blemishes... Most of which he had before he even showed up here. ]
What do you want??
[ observe how sad of a person he is under LAYERS OF LYING MAKEUP... ]
no subject
The whole thing.
Lips are black again, his face is too pale from lack of priming, his eyes sport their black, capillary-busted circles, and his eyebrows are nonexistent again.
Ibuki's presence is ANNOUNCED to his chagrin and he is caught staring in abject horror at the reflection of his door bursting open in the mirror. ]
MIODA. [ uh oh surname. ] Can you not??
[ Without thinking about it, he turns around on his tail and hisses. She might be able to note that he looks about ten years older in the face from all of his stress-related blemishes... Most of which he had before he even showed up here. ]
What do you want??
[ observe how sad of a person he is under LAYERS OF LYING MAKEUP... ]