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The kerchief wiped her face firmly but gently: Karina still couldn’t help but make disgruntled faces.
“Eh! Stop squirming!” Kotetsu’s rough voice whined.
Karina made a disgruntled noise, still feeling petulant. This wasn’t how she had planned this night to go.
Kotetsu flinched at the obvious anger that Karina exuded, thinking it was directed at himself. “I’m only trying to help, you know.”
Karina relented, her shoulders slumping, when she saw the kicked-puppy-dog-look Kotetsu was wearing. “I know,” she mumbled quietly, the heavy downpour outside almost masking her words.
Kotetsu hesitantly dabbed at her face again with the kerchief, cleaning the last vestiges of her makeup. She wanted the whole damn night to be perfect. She didn’t know if she kept performing at the bar she knew he haunted, or if he haunted that bar because he knew she was performing. Either way she knew that he was likely going to be there. She had put on what she thought would catch his eye. She had even managed to go through with her plan to ask him to walk her home and gotten a yes. Everything had gone great until it rained.
Both of them were soaked through; and her makeup turned into some parody of a clown. They were now hiding in the alcove of a door, waiting for the rain to stop. Why did she think this foolish plan would work without a hitch?
Kotetsu attempted a stilted conversation. “I don’t understand why pretty girls always try put on so much makeup... do they think it makes more mature?” He was met with silence. “I like a girl who flaunts her natural beauty.”
A final wipe of Kotetsu’s kerchief revealed Karina’s clean face. “There you are! How cute you look!”
Karina gave an embarrassed huff, “Idiot, I’m soaked!”