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“Just one more thing,” Kaya said hurriedly, rummaging through his bag as Hora sat in front of him and stared into a handheld mirror to make sure his face scribbles were put on correctly.
“What?” Hora asked flatly, lowering his mirror in mild annoyance. Kaya never seemed to have anything together, and tonight was no exception. Five minutes before a show was really no time to be pulling out random accessories, no matter how “cute” he seemed to think they were. Hora still hadn’t managed to get a word in to tell the vocalist that his eyelashes had fallen out of place in the excitement, but he doubted he would ever have the chance.
“I bought you a present!” Kaya exclaimed, finally finding the last item in his strange arsenal. He produced a sparkly tiara quite similar to his own with the exception of the phrase “special friend” sculpted into the top of the headpiece in sparkling letters.
“I got it for you because we’re such special friends,” Kaya answered with a smile before Hora could spit out any distasteful remarks. He regarded the object with a frown as Kaya held it aloft, attempting to rest it on top of the other man’s head.
“What are you doing?” Hora asked, employing several evasive maneuvers, much to Kaya’s disdain. “We don’t have time for dress up.”
Kaya ignored Hora’s horribly ironic comment and smiled instead, lowering his hands for a moment.
“Whatever you say,” he answered with a little giggle, spinning around to check on his own face in the mirror he had set up across the room. Hora let out a sigh and went back to making adjustments on his forehead art, hurriedly adding in several more lines as he watched two more minutes tick by on the clock.
“We should probably go,” Hora suggested, snapping his mirror shut and spinning around in his chair. Amazingly, Kaya was still silent. He sauntered away from his mirror and stood at the door, waiting for Hora to rise from his chair. As Hora strode through the doorway he felt something drop onto his head immediately before seeing Kaya sprint down the hallway in a fit of giggles.
Hora sighed and removed the tiara from his hair, glancing again at the idiotic phrase moulded into the sparkly plastic. He smiled to himself and quickly tucked the tiara away in his bag before running off down the hall.