Burnin' Rage [Moe]

[Misato Hazukashi]

"Trust me Ann!" The tiny brunette squeaked eagerly, flapping his menu back and forth with fervour. "We're not going to do anything major like make you wear a big pink frilly frock or give you a spray tan." He held up his hand as though proclaiming an oath. "I promise." He added, before feeling a little of Ann's embarrassment in the air. Avoiding touching her bare hand, he instead patted her arm reassuringly, adding a sparkling irresistible smile to the mix. "First things first lets just worry about food, kay?"

Leaning back in his seat, Moe flipped through the menu a few times more before deciding what he wanted and resting his cheek on his hand. He watched Ann squirm a little under the idea of being glammed up, and he sighed ever so softly, barely loud enough to be heard. "We're not gonna change much, 'cause you don't need to change." The boy insisted, tapping his nails restlessly on the table.

"We're just enhancing what you do have to make you really something." Flicking through his bag for a moment, the brunette fished out a book on makeup (yes, he does carry stuff like that around) and delicately placed it on the table, open to a page called Barely There. "See? She doesn't really look like she's wearing makeup, but she is. Notice how her eyelashes look lovely and thick and her skin tone is even?" The boy continued, gesturing round the photo. "She's got a sort of... dewy glow about her, which is so pretty. That's what I want to do to you."

A few seconds passed with Moe staring intently at Ann, almost as if scanning her for any doubts. "It's not like I'm going to do this..." The boy flipped to another page, with a woman with rainbow eyeshadow and bright orange lips. "It just wouldn't be right to hide your pretty face under all that mess."

With an assured nod, the boy fell silent, instead hailing over the waitress and giving her his best smile. "I think we're ready to order." He said eagerly, looking over to Ann with a question on his face.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann's eyes widened when he said he wasn't going to do anything drastic like get her a spray tan. Just the mention of a spray tan had her worried about what he was planning. He probably shouldn't have said it; he's got her frightened like a rabbit now. She tried to distract herself by looking at the menu, but Ann's cheap eyes only saw the prices, which didn't really make her feel better. When he patted her arm (she noticed he didn't go for her hand, which she could appreciate despite everything else), she looked up at him and nodded faintly. "Food, yeah." She tried to reign in her embarrassment and worry about him giving her a make over (she just is seeing herself all dolled up like a cheerleader barbie and she dislikes it very much).

"We're not?" Ann asked after he told her he wasn't going to change too much about her or her clothes or whatever he was plotting to do. It honestly did reassure her a little, but his next words made her sigh softly herself. If she didn't 'need' to change, why was he gonna do it anyway? Ann didn't point this out, however, because Moe was digging in his bag and she was curious enough to wait to see what it was. The woman on the page did look beautiful, and pretty, and all of those lady things. She also didn't look like she had seventeen and a third layers of make up on and dressed up like she was about to walk down a runway. Yes. 'Barely There,' was something Ann could live with, if to just appease Moe. She nodded her head slowly, "Okay. That...that I can do." And was it wrong that she did want to...well feel pretty? It was hard enough listening to Alex calling her beautiful and not believing him. It felt like she was just letting him down.

Ann's face contorted into utter disgust at the woman with rainbow eyelashes and a whole other mess of things. Waaay too much. It looked awful. She looked up at Moe with a smile of defeat. "OK. OK. I get it. Not too much. Thank you." Ann's smile turned a little more genuine and she let out a small laugh. When he called over the waitress, she scrabbled to look back at the menu in her hands, previously forgotten.

"Uhm yeah, right." She tapped her chin as she looked about the menu, "I'd like BLT on a bun, not the toast, and a water please." Ann liked any sort of food as long as it was cheap.

[Misato Hazukashi]

"I'll have the shrimp baguette please, with side salad and potato chips to share." Moe smiled brightly at the waitress, fishing through his bag to grab at a notepad. "Oh, and a hot chocolate please." He added, nodding, then writing down a list of the things they'd need to buy while they were out shopping. "Okay, we're gonna need a few things. Some brown mascara, a tinted moisturiser, a nude lipgloss and an eyeshadow that matches your skin tone." He cocked his head to the side, admiring Ann's face, then looking back down at the page in his book. "And a really faint blusher." The boy concluded, finishing the list in his frilly handwriting.

As the plates were set down, Moe generously paid for both of them, then tucked in. Licking his lips and taking a big bite, he twisted a finger through his hair. "I'll show you how to put it all on, then we can get you a little outfit so you can show off to Alex." Nodding to himself, the boy sipped his hot chocolate and slipped the book and notepad back into his bag. It was nice to apply his talents to someone else - especially someone as lovely and generous as Ann. He couldn't really sing enough praises about the girl, she seemed to have gone out of her way for him, and he'd do the same for her.

"So should I carry on practicing my punches? Is there anything you'd like me to do to help?" He questioned, pausing in his munching to dab his lips with a napkin. "Like, I don't know, try and build my stamina up or maybe do some more complex stretches?" He offered, shrugging his little shoulders.

Taking a deep swig of hot chocolate, the boy grinned, purposely leaving a chocolate moustache on his lips. "Look, I actually look manly for once!" He squeaked, pretending to do body builder poses.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann handed the menu to the waitress after she had taken both of their orders and watched as Moe started to make a list of things they 'needed' to get for her. She vaguely knew what all the things he was talking about, but her imagination was getting the best of her. She kept thinking he was tricking her into doing her up like the rainbow eyeshadow girl instead of the 'barely there' like he promised. Because if it was 'barely there' then why was his list so long? She didn't voice her fears because she didn't want to let him know that she didn't exactly trust him completely, and also because she had a large suspicion that she was just being silly.

Ann smiled and thanked the waitress, and then embarrassingly thanked Moe for covering her meal, even if she knew he was already going to do that, she still felt a bit uncomfortable. Her BLT was pretty delicious, as was anything with bacon on it, and drank her water without much focus on anything but her meal. When Moe started talking again, she looked up and blushed. She had absolutely no idea what he would say when he saw her all done up like this--yeah he'd seen her with a tiny bit of make up on before, just mascara and eyeliner and a bit of lip stick for the dance-- but she had this irrational fear that he'd hate it.

His next question seemed a bit left-field, but Ann set her sandwich down while she thought out his answer. "Well, it never fails to raise stamina. I run almost every day in the mornings, a few times around the track field for me. You are welcome to join me, but I go really early," ungodly early, her roommates have said, "as for stretching, those sort of yoga stretches you were doing were perfect." She smiled.

Ann snorted in surprise at what he said about having a mustache and looking manly. Not that Ann was really in his position to understand being a boy and dressing like a girl, but when she was in middle school, kids seemed to enjoy telling her how much of a boy she was. She chuckled a little at his poses and, in a moment of complete spontaneity, she made a fist then stuck her index finger out and held it under her nose like a mustache. "As do I," she declared with dignity while she put her other hand on her hip and sat tall in the chair. There wasn't many one handed poses she could do, you see.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe found himself relaxing more and more around Ann as the pair of them talked - it was like he was realising she wasn't going to laugh at him for his clothes and she seemed a pretty good sport when it came to this makeup thing too. Munching on his baguette, he nudged the chips over to the center of the table for Ann to dib into too. Taking two, he nibbled them in silence, still thinking over what sort of outfit Ann would look best in.

To put her in a dress would just be wrong. Ann clearly was more a pants and t-shirt kind of girl, and Moe didn't want to push her too far out of her comfort zone. He appraised her quietly over his drink, then nodded to himself. Skinny jeans with detailing - nothing too fancy, and a tunic style top to give her a slightly boho edge. He hoped Ann wouldn't find that too intimidating, since she was already looking nervous enough when it came to the make over in the first place.

"I can do running." Moe said simply, thinking of how early he could possibly pry himself away from the bed. "I jog a little to keep myself in good shape already, it's okay wearing a nice dress but not so good if your legs look all weak and flabby." The boy chuckled to himself and finished his baguette with one final bite. "So keep up the punches, try and build up stamina and keep stretching." He noted, listing them in his head to reassure himself. He could do that; he did yoga every afternoon after classes to calm down, his gym report was pretty good and he was sure he could do a little more jogging.

Of course, then Ann gave herself a finger mustache and the boy burst into giggles, grinning madly. "We make hot manly men." Moe added, trying to scoop all his hair up and make it short. It was a complete fail, but he tried anyway. "Anndrew." He giggled, pretending to look further more masculine. "And Mansato." Following that statement, the little teen started laughing again.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann really had absolutely no right to judge Moe by how he looked. She could not care less if he was actually a boy and wore make up and dressed himself up better and nicer than Ann ever would. Her parents, or any number of her friends from middle school would--hell Aiden might have a thing or two to laugh at--but Ann just didn't really see the fuss of someone dressing how they wanted, not like everyone expected them to dress. So Moe could really put on whatever he wanted, and Ann could only be amused by what he came up with, not put off---unless his junk was exposed or something like that, because that was just inappropriate.

Dresses were definitely out. She managed not to brain herself at the Valentine's Dance when she wore heels (for Alex, elsewise she woulda just worn her ratty converse again), and even when she ran across the room and kicked at Zac a few times, she didn't kill herself. She considers that a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and if she ever tried to replicate it, she'd end up breaking half the two hundred bones in her body. She would greatly appreciate if Moe didn't have anything to do with that. She sipped her water and pushed her plate slightly out of directly in front of her when she finished the sandwich.

"Well if you want to tone your legs, squat jumps really help with that." Ann looked a little surprised at the words coming out of her mouth, simply because they seemed alien. The information was true, though, squatting down then jumping up in the air used all your shin and nearly all your thigh muscles (excluding the outer and very inner muscles) which really helped with toning. Ann did those to add power to her kicks, though, not to try and make her legs look nice. Ann really didn't give two shits about her appearance, just her health.

Ann couldn't really believe she'd just done that in a cafe full of people, but she didn't really care at the moment either. She was just having fun with Moe and the genuine laughter that bubbled out echoed that. She pursed her lips under her mustache for a moment, "The manliest," before she dropped her hand and giggled a little more. It was so silly. Anndrew. She started laughing all over again, and held her side when he butchered his last name to make it 'manlier.' It was too much. She mimed wiping a tear away from her eye, though she was honestly tearing up because of laughing. "Sup, Mansato?" Ann asked, using a deep and 'manly' voice while she knocked her head back in one of those douche-bag head wave things.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Trust me when I say Moe has no intention of going around with his junk exposed. He likes looking dignified and pretty, not trashy and slutty. Moe on the other hand wished a lot more people would dress nicely, none of this hoodie and tracksuit nonsense that made the little brunette wince and desperately bite his tongue. He's relieved Ann doesn't come slouching around in that sort of get-up, or he'dve mauled her with clothing quite insistently.

"Ew squats." Moe complained with a wrinkled nose, managing a little smile. "They're so painful! I mean, they're obviously doing something because of the burn, but last time I did them I ended up walking like a saddle sore cowboy for a week." Indeed, Moe had looked like he had a pig between his legs for the next week or so, feeling incredibly stupid. "Maybe I pushed a little too hard." He admitted, looking down at his legs with pride.

Of course, when Ann started laughing hard, Moe found himself laughing just as hard, flexing his scrawny little arms and waggling his eyebrows. "Nothing much, Anndrew, just working my guns." The boy kissed each of his arms, then put one hand down on the table, eyes filling with tears of laughter. "Gonna go catch a beer with my bros later." He added, trying to make his voice sound incredibly deep, which, though Moe had quite a soft, effeminate voice, was easier than he thought it would be.

Of course, the waitress had to walk past just as Moe was making more power poses, and the little brunette just about died laughing, hiding his face in his hands and giggling to himself. "Okay okay, I think we'd better leave." He giggled out, picking up his bag. "Before Mansato and Anndrew get banned from the cafe for being too epic and manly." The waitress gave the pair of them an odd look as she disappeared behind the counter again, and the Japanese teen gave his sides a hug, trying not to laugh any more. When he stood, he found himself unable to straighten from laughter, and he turned to Ann, wiping away the chocolate mustache.

"Lets go buy gym equipment and shavers." He suggested, flopping one bit of hair over his lips in a faux-tache. "And pick up some hot chicks."

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann hadn't worn a hoodie in a long time--for three years that was her only protection from herself and everyone else, and her power. She could hide behind the thick sleeves of her hoodie so if anyone bumped into her, she didn't get sucked in. She didn't wear one now, because it was no longer cold and Ann no longer had that problem, but she could understand why people wore them over everything, everyday. She also didn't have the money to constantly update and beautify her wardrobe. All of the 'nice' clothes she has at the moment were thanks to Zac's ridiculous showering of gifts.

Ann grinned when he complained about squats. Yes, it was true, when you did them right they hurt very badly. "But the pain lets you know it's working," she replied with a chip pointed in his direction. "I kinda like that muscle-y pain, personally." Yes, Ann was one of those weird people that could workout until she passed out--though Ann absolutely hated to lift weights. It was just too repetitive. But she could work out her taekwondo, until she was passed the point of exhaustion. When he mentioned he had walked with bow legs for a week after his work out, Ann held back a little laugh--she didn't want him to think she was laughing AT him (even if she kinda was). "Well there isn't a thing wrong with baby-stepping. I do pyramids when I work out. Like, five push ups, five sit ups, five squat-jumps, then I do six push ups, six sit ups, five squat-jumps. And so on, until I get to ten at once. Then I go back down from ten to five. Well...okay I used to do that. There probably isn't a chance I'd be able to do that now. but maybe change the numbers up? Or just go from five, to six, to seven, then back down to five?"

"Sounds most excellent, Mansato," Anndrew approved of his plans, but her spluttering laugh made it hard to talk in her deep man voice. "I think Imma go arm wrestle a bear and eat a bowl of nails." She clamped a hand over her mouth to stop from gaffawing, but it was nearly impossible with Moe fallin to pieces as he was. She saw the waitress's look and she blushed a nice red shade. She could hardly believe what she was doing with Moe, but it was the funnest thing she'd done in...forever. She hadn't laughed like this since Aiden had been her lunch mate.

"Leaving, good idea. This place is too girly anyway." Ann looked around with an eye of disapproval, her fingerstache still in place. She took the last drink of her water and then stood up and took her hand away from her face. She'd always remember Anndrew. "I approve of your plans, but lets get the hot chicks first. We can show off while we shop." Ann flexed her muscles in a power pose like he had been doing. She giggled as she walked out of the store, though she let Moe lead the way to the 'hot chicks.'

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe's thighs ached in response to Ann's exercise regime, and he pulled a face. "I'll stick to jogging and yoga." He said with a small shrug, happy to push himself a little, but never to the same point as Ann. Exercising was meant to be fun, as far as he was concerned, the second it got too much strain he got fed up and went to go and do something else. "Maybe I should get one of those little punching bags that wibble when you hit them?" He asked cheerfully, tilting his head as the pair of them eventually sidled out of the cafe.

"So, some hot chicks and razors, got it." The boy said, locking his arm with Ann's as they headed into the town. "Reckon we can impress them with our tight manly toned bodies?" He asked, flexing and winking exaggeratedly at a girl who walked past. Of course, they were saved when the large drug store came into view, and the young pixie dragged Ann so eagerly he looked like a dog chasing a ball. "Okay Anndrew, you ready to be made extra super manly?" He said with a grin, pulling them down the make up aisles and investigating them.

Pulling out his note pad, Ann was suddenly accosted with various different pots of foundation and powders, Moe hunting out the right colours for his new friend. "Mmhm." He said thoughtfully, grabbing a tinted moisturiser that seemed to match Ann's colouring, and a concealer for any surprise zits. No one liked surprise zits, least of all Moe. Gradually, his hands filled up, and he began shoving some at Ann. "Can you carry these?" He said eagerly, passing her pots of bronzer and nude coloured eyeshadow. He pulled out a lash lengthening mascara and started investigating the bristles of the brush. "Okay, this is a nice brown." He added cheerfully.

Moe paused and then grabbed a nice nude coloured nail polish, then nodded to himself. "Okay, we're done. The lady here is REAALLLLYYY nice, and she should let us use the back room so I can show you how to put this all on before we get you a few little bits down at the mall." He encouraged, accent getting heavier and heavier the more excited he got. Indeed, as he headed over to the lady behind the counter, they shared a quick dialogue, and she nodded with a smile to the back room. Forking out a few notes, he took the little bag of goodies, then whisked Ann to a little mirrored back room.

"Okay." He said eagerly, emptying the bag on a little counter and taking a chair over for Ann to sit down in. "I'm gonna show you how to put it all on so you don't need me to do it all the time." The little brunette showed Ann the concealer first. "This is pretty easy. Dab it on any spots or funny coloured bits, then blend it with a finger tip like this." Moe gestured with a patch on his skin. "Just make sure not to blend it too much, else the blemish will show through. It's good for dark circles too." The boy looked eager, then smiled.

[Ann Hudgins]

Yoga was a brilliant work out, in and of itself. Ann hadn't done much before, but a few members of the do-jon used to do their pre-work out stretches with yoga poses. If Ann remembered correctly, it were the "-asana's" that were particularly grueling. The one she was picturing now involved a deep lung and holding it for quite a while. Ann nodded a little when Moe said he would just stick to yoga and jogging, that was plenty enough. "Light bags, or speed bags--the difference is how the are set up-- are pretty good for people to work on getting faster and more accurate at their timing because once you hit it, it flies back at you. But to learn how to hit properly and then work on strength and technique the only way to go is a heavy bag, or one of those standing pads." Ann knew her shit, and not just from a taekwondo perspective, but also from being the daughter of a Marine, who had a large group of friends that were workoutaholics.

Ann giggled a little as the two linked arms and then started walking away from the cafe and towards somewhere else--Ann was fairly certain that Moe was just kidding about actually finding hot chicks. For one, Ann didn't really consider anyone 'hot'; and two, she had a boy friend and was not looking to replace him with a girl--she wasn't like that. She had to cover her hand so she wouldn't laugh as they passed by one girl that Moe flexed and winked at. She felt the girl's astonishment and confusion. Ann tipped her head back in the universal douche-bag silent language that translated into 'how you doin'?' but turned her attention back to in front of her so she didn't trip and then drag down Moe with her. When they arrived at the drug store, her eyebrow went up.

She honestly had no idea that make up was sold at drug stores, or that that was where was planning on taking her. She went in behind him anyway, trusting him (though she was starting to question the little brunette). Then they were suddenly surrounded by more makeup then Ann could shake a stick at and the poor girl found herself overwhelmed by all of the things Moe was showing her and before Ann could really understand the things he was pulling off the shelves she found her arms starting to fill from the things. She struggled to keep any from falling and just holding them, but they pile seemed to start growing by the second. Ann followed after Moe, not really paying attention to him because she had to focus to keep all of the things in her hands, in her hands and not on the floor. She managed to, and before she realized, she was in a little room with a mirror and chairs. She blinked really hard once to clear her head from all the buzz and tried to sort everything out.

All this stuff was...supposed to go on her face? She wasn't too sure, she remembered seeing nail polish. Unless that was....no, she was just about to confuse and scare herself. Moe wouldn't make her put nail polish on her face. He wouldn't. "Dark circles," Ann echoed as she rubbed her fingers under her eyes--Ann had pretty bad dark circles, "okay. Dab it on, rub it in but not too much. Got it." That was cool. Ann didn't like the discoloration she had under her eyes, they made her look like a corpse on some days. "Okay, what is that?" she gestured to one of the things that Moe had dumped out onto the table and she tried to figure out what it was for, "that is also for my face, right?" She could be wrong, she had no idea, really.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe nodded as Ann explained what bag he should try and get. "I'll wait till I get the apartment then." He said brightly, pulling his hair out of his face. "Then I can set up a little training area and get myself on the top of those punches."

The short brunette felt a little sorry for Ann as she was loaded up with make up. She just looked so daunted and worried, Moe managed to give her a reassuring smile as she put the concealer on. She was doing a pretty good job, and Moe clapped his hands together happily, sitting on the chair beside her and blinking in surprise when she asked what something was. "Oh." He said, picking up the small pot. "That's a very light bronzer. Think sunkissed rather than tango orange." He explained. "That goes on after the tinted moisturizer." Speaking of which, the boy grabbed it, then gestured again.

"Okay, squeeze a little of this out onto your fingers and dab it on your forehead, cheeks and chin, then rub it in, making sure to go right out to the hairline and under the chin, else you'll look kinda silly." The boy laughed, then gestured at his own make up. "If you need a little more, squeeze it out, but make sure to do it in small drops - if you put too much on you'll look like a hooker." Moe giggled, making rubbing movements with his hand all over his face. "Oh! Don't put any on your lips!" He added quickly, as though the thought had only just hit him.

When Ann had done that, Moe took out a soft powder. "This is basically to "set" make up. So you don't lose it all if you get a little sweaty. Just wiggle the little puff into the powder like... this." The boy demonstrated. "Then just puff it on your face till it's all lightly covered. It also gets rid of any shiny so if you have oily skin it's awesome." The boy then paused and opened up his make up look book, flicking back to the barely there page and nodding to himself.

"Can you see the difference? You're still you, just with a few tiny enhancements." The boy smiled, before opening the pot of bronzer. "Okay, this... is where we need to be reaaaally careful. Only put a light brush of it on places that catch the sun. So cheek bones, a little on the nose and forehead and a dab on the chin. Else you'll look silly." Moe thought back to his first meeting with bronzer. "I once put it all over my face and looked like a ganguro girl." He giggled, before hesitating. "Uh. They're girls that try to look like tristate girls in Japan. So bleach blonde hair, orange skin and pale lips." He paused, then turned in the seat with the bronzer and brush.

"Any questions?"

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann nodded faintly. He was lucky he was getting an apartment. As much as Ann loved her roommates (well Jean), she really wanted a place of her own, kinda like Alex had with Connie, but Ann couldn't afford a security deposit with her pay check, yet. Soon though, she might just start looking for a place.

The assortment of make-up canisters and containers did intimidate Ann. She would readily admit that, and she also wasn't sure she needed all of those to create the nude look like he was saying. She paid attention though, as he explained the bronzer, to which she wrinkled her nose a little bit. The rest of her body was too pale to pull that off, she thought, but she would probably put it on anyway--at least for this demonstration. She listened as he explained how to put on the tinted moisturizer, making sure to go all the way to her hairline and a little past her jaw. "Like that?" She asked as she turned her head this way and that for him to inspect.

Ann looked at the little puff with a slightly arched eyebrow. It made her think of an old black and white movie where the ladies put on a cloud of the stuff using one of those. She put it on, as per his directions anyway, and made sure to put it everywhere. Once it was all on she peeked at herself in the mirror and her eyes widened. She did look...well like she had make up on. The really red pimple on her lower cheek was nothing but a slight bump now, and the few black heads she got on her nose were all but gone. She pulled her hair away from her face as she continued to look at herself, almost amazed.

"What?" She snapped out of it and looked at him, he was explaining something else, the bronzer if she remembered correctly. "Sounds dangerous," she murmured as she took a brush from him and barely put it on the places he had directed. She saw, once again, the difference in the mirror and he had been right. She was still her, but better. She smiled faintly at him. as he explained what a ganguro was. "I don't see how people think that looks...good, or whatever." Overly tanned skin and chemically fried hair just didn't seem attractive to Ann, she just didn't get it.

When he asked if she had any questions, she looked down at the table and then at her face in the mirror and then back at him and shrugged a little. "Nope. I think I got it..."

[Misato Hazukashi]

"You're doing great!" Moe encouraged, nodding joyfully at how well Ann's first "class" was going. "And any make up is dangerous if applied too heavily." He added, grabbing a tiny pot of soft brown eyeshadow creme. Dabbing a finger into it, he smudged it in varying thicknesses over his hand, then nodded to himself. Offering the pot over, he gave a smile and nodded.

"This is for your eyes. Put a small bit on your finger at first and wipe it around your eye, then take a bit more and put it in the corner, here. Where you see I've got this pretty soft gold colour? Just there on your own eye." He nodded and gently made a movement over his eye. "Then we're almost done. Just mascara and a tiny bit of eyeliner. Oh, and a tiny bit of lipgloss, all of those you know how to use, right?" He chirped cheerfully, moving behind Ann to admire her in the mirror like she had just done.

After a moment of confidence, he settled back down in the chair and gestured at the final, forgotten pot. "And that's just a nice simple nail polish to set everything off." Moe leant forward and took Ann's hands in his own. "How do you feel?" He asked cheerfully, putting his hands on his cheeks and looking like the cat with the cream. "I always feel so much better after I've put a little bit of something on my face. Makes me feel less... gross." He added, rubbing his nose. "Maybe next time I'll show you how gross I look without this stuff." He mumbled, gesturing round his face.

After the final elements were put together, the little brunette clapped his hands with glee. "So, now we've got this down, we should get you a little outfit and show you to Alex! Then you can show up all glammed up and he'll be so awed." The boy nodded, then popped the pots back in the bag. "You can do the nail polish later - it takes ages to dry and is better to do when we're not gonna be grabbing stuff with your hands." Tucking his hair behind his ear and popping the bag in his larger handbag, he offered his arm back out to Ann with a bright smile.

"What's your favourite colour?"

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann was a pretty tactile learner. She picked up things easiest when she performed them while watching someone do the same--it really came in handy with her martial arts but this was also good as well. She felt more relieved than proud of herself when he told her what a good job she was doing, but she smiled all the same. She did look weird--a good kind of weird, like when you wake up and your hair just looks good. She watched him rub some brown stuff onto his hand and she paused from looking at herself to take the pot from him.

She followed his actions with the pot and then worked the stuff over her eyes as per his directions. "This isn't so bad," she mumbled. Now she was actually enjoying herself. Seeing her face in the mirror, but not her face was something else. Those pimples that showed up this morning, ugly and red, were nothing more than slight bumps on her cheeks, and the dark circles under her eyes were gone. She made sure to rub a little extra on the corners of her eyes like he said, she saw the effect immediately and smile a little at her reflection and then at him.

"Well me and eye liner don't really have a good past," she wasn't too, too ashamed to admit. She had tried to use it for the Valentine's dance but only managed to stab herself in the eye. Her roommate had to fix the damage. Ann wasn't too keen on fighting with the stick of evil again, but she had come quite the ways to quit now. She grinned at him as he took her hands--she could handle it, and there was this bubbly ball of happiness and some other stuff in her chest that was putting her in a perfect mood. "I feel....great." She smiled as he asked and looked at him while he continued talking. She frowned a little.

"I really don't think you'd look gross at all." Make up was still a foreign object to Ann, even if it was all over her face (and she could admit she did look better now than before) she wasn't make up's best friend. Ann hesitantly applied the eyeliner and mascara under Moe's careful watch and she did manage to not stab herself or otherwise injure her with the otherwise innocent make-up applying devices. The nail-polish was not applied because Moe was right, it would take waaaay to long to dry. Ann also had a problem of chewing on her nails when she was bored or fidgety.

She didn't really like the idea of Moe spending more money on her, but he was such a determined person, Ann was sure he'd argue the point until she caved. Might as well skip the fight, right? She linked arms with him. "My favorite color? Uhm..." She really didn't have one. She didn't like pink, but that probably wasn't what he was looking for. "Well I guess blue is my favorite." She wore that color more out of the others, and preferred a blue pen when writing.

[Misato Hazukashi]

"You look fantastic, Ann." Moe breathed, putting his hands to his lips daintily. He was so proud of Ann that he felt all warm and glowy, like a parent at graduation. "Really, you look all sunkissed." Delightedly taking Ann back out of the little drug store, and waving a thank you to the lady, who raised her eyebrows and smiled, the boy paused outside the store and looked up and down the street.

Chewing on his lip, he sighed. Blue. Blue. Something Ann-like. Snapping his fingers in the air, he finally gained his eureka moment and took the girl off, pointing at a small "alternative" shop that was just tucked slightly off the main street. "I think this is your kind of thing." Moe admitted, opening the door for Ann politely - he was still a boy, and ladies always went first. When the pair of them were inside, Moe trotted around the store much like a vulture, hunting for a nice pair of skinny jeans for Ann.

Riffling through racks in a fit of irritation, he was about to huff and stalk out of the shop when a pair of dark denim jeans with some fashionable bleach stains on them. Alex was kind of rockish, right? "Ann, what size are you?" He chirruped from the side of the shop, holding the jeans up and wiggling them back and forth. "What do you think of these?" He added, hooking the hanger onto his finger. "We'll pair these up with a nice blue tunic top, then I'll release you into the wild!" He assured, giggling.

"Then maybe next time we can get our nails done." Moe added, already on the hunt for an adorable blue tunic top for Ann to wear. Moving over to another rack with alarming speed, the boy finally grabbed at a pretty blue tunic, and held it up with a smile. "This will go great with the jeans." Grabbing a few quick accessories, the boy appraised the entire outfit, then nodded to himself.

"Perfect."