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"You are going to be late."
"They can wait." – They can't. – "Also we are far from being late, in reality we already missed it, it's almost afternoon."
Buggy was sitting by your side, in front of you was a big mirror and his desk was filled with a mess of paints, brushes and some dirty tissues. He turned to look at you and held the thin makeup brush in hands, crimson red painted the fibers of it since he applied the shade on his lips. The missed schedule was a meeting that as he said must be over at this time, looking over the small time calculator on his cabinet marking midday time, the accustomed time you and him got up when sleeping together, and as usual slept until your bodies said enough and needed relieve in the bathroom, or the sunlight overwhelmed your sleepy eyes to make you get up to close the curtain that Buggy often forgot to do it.
Buggy was going to be fucked if he misses another meeting over a alarm clock or tired body after a long night with you, as much as the shame and looks you had to avoid when people came across you. Sleeping with Captain Buggy The Clown was enough headache to handle when you started your adventures with him that lead to his bed in the end when you had met him with this title, so that now he has doubled the amount of followers along with people who are almighty to be playing with like that. You did not want him getting beaten up again.
Even so, moments like this came to be rare and you urged his touch and attention as much as he urged yours that ending with both of you being late, in danger once you left his bedroom, and eyeing the makeup brush flying in the air closing the space between Buggy and your face.
"Wait!! What you think you're doing?" You moved your face away from the aiming brush that wanted to paint your face. Buggy just smiled playfully at your reaction, withdrawing his right hand from the closure and with the other, that was still connected to his body, he held your chin gently pulling you closer.
"Art."
And with that he began his art on the bridge of your nose. The freckles that decorated that region could only be seen if someone got close or if the sun kissed your face a little too much. Having those never bothered or brought you discomfort, but covering it with masks, makeup, and since most people didn't get that close to you to see, or if they got they never paid attention. It became indifferent.
Strangely enough, Buggy noticed, the second thing he got to notice in you were those beauty spots covering your nose and cheeks, which now were getting aligned like the celestial compass pirates used when the sky became dark. The point of the brush tickled your skin as the soft touch painted the surface, Buggy had a faded smile on his lips added with the tip of his tongue poking out in between teeth that only meant that he was focusing on not letting the lines crooked or trembled, until he finally drew some short lines and dipped the brush on red paint again to refill the color on the fiber. Once he contorned the lines that looked faded, he flew his hands, letting go of your chin to grab a clean tissue amongst the dirty ones he had used for a certain amount of makeup retouches and a round small paint pot with different colors. Cleaning the remaining red paint from the brush he was holding, he dipped it on the blue shade and passed on other spots, repeating the cleaning and dipping on the yellow shade he continued to color your portrait.
With your eyes closed you could only feel the brush moving and lightly noticing when Buggy moved, he was so engaged on his task that didn't notice the minute you opened your eyes to look at him. The blue iris illuminated by the white bulb light around his mirror made it look coral blue, it looked like the calm shallow seas you swam as a little kid, the seas that overflowed your desire to seek for adventures and you wished, fought, and ran into the waters just to sink deeply into his eyes.
Just like he sinked in yours.
Buggy finishes his work and stops for some seconds to admire your face and smile proudly to himself. “Alright, now you shall see my talents.” He turned your face to the mirror with the hand he held your chin, the movement making you open your eyes. – “Whaddya think?” – The mirror reflected your face and the painting on it, little stars colored the place your freckles are, Buggy did not cover them but used them to make star lines. Blue, yellow, green, and two little stars on each side of your cheekbone that he colored with red, overwall the visual looked cute and the lines were stable.
You felt his anxious gaze on you as you looked at your expression through the mirror and sensing his concerns you turned to give him a quick kiss, and another on his cheek, going up to his forehead, moving down to his red nose you felt the tension fade. “I loved the makeup Buggy, it suits me. And… I might add the star on each cheekbones to my final look.”
You fully turned to the mirror and hit your wanted poster pose to see how the new makeup would look when your new bounty came up someday.
“Can I kiss you?” He silly requested. “You don't need to ask me things that I could never deny my dear.”
And so the moment passed, again, together messed in bedsheets, face paint and murmurs of sweet romance that he wrapped around his lips, licked from his fingers, and cherished every minute of it until the responsibility called him to break it. But for now, the compass of time involves you and him.