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Null curiously glances over to the table that had a small palette of face paint, brushes and sponges, then his eyes wander over to you who had the biggest smile on your face, as if this was your biggest scheme yet.
“Let me guess…” he sighs, “you want to paint my face?”
“I mean who wouldn’t?” you replied to him, swaying on your heels, “it’ll be fun!”
It was more the fact that he didn’t fully trust you on whether you would paint something crude on his face and the fact that touch was still a well….touchy subject for him, he knows you won’t hurt him but his coding seems to think otherwise at times.
And well….it wasn’t like he had anything else planned today.
He let out a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms, “Finnnneeeee I guess but I’m washing it off as soon as we’re done”
You fist bump the air, startling him for a moment as you hurry over to the table and grab the palette as well as chairs, due to Null’s height, he had to sit down so you could even reach his face, Null could already feel his insides twist with nervousness now that you had scooted your chair closer to him, knees nearly touching. Thickly swallowing as he watched you begin with the white paint, dabbing it with the sponge.
Sensing his unease, you spoke up, “alright so it might be…cold? I’m not sure how you guys feel temperature but it’ll feel weird, if it gets too much just tell me”
“Please, I’m not a child” he huffs, trying to give off a tough exterior that you just accept is his way of denying his own discomfort.
So you scoot close to his face and with your free hand, gently clasp his chin. Null stiffed up by the sensation of you, you were…warm? It was hard to describe as he couldn’t feel warmth but rather his code gave him the illusion of feeling it but he could feel it, he was so caught off guard by it that the feeling of paint startled him a bit as his shoulders hunch up from the mix of feelings.
“Kinda weird huh?” you said.
“y-yeah..” he mumbles.
Your thumb brushes along side his chin, getting a feel of his face, it was honestly a surprise that Null was letting you do this. You expected to fight him tooth and nail over this but maybe that’s just him finally accepting your little weird bond you two have.
As you painted his face in white, it actually gave you an idea of what he looked like, from what you’ve painted he has a rather stubby chin, chubby cheekbones and thin lips, seeing his lips move as he talked was a weird feeling for you, it’s like seeing the code of how a video game works.
“Oh wow…” you slipped out.
“Wow what?” once again, your eyes are on his visible lips now.
Quickly, you look away, face growing warm, “n-Nothing”
“You better not be drawing anything stupid on me” he remarks.
You roll you eyes, “Everything to you is stupid, now keep your lips sealed I need to paint them”
Null grumbled a few words, seeing his face in full means you now have a clearer idea of how he expresses himself when invisible, he shuts his mouth as you painted his lips. He tries to keep steady but those anxious feelings swirling in his stomach flutter about, your touch was so foreign yet so welcoming it made him wonder why he held off for so long, you were just so warm, so tender as you carefully brush his lips in a thick red paint.
A strict focus was written all over your face that you weren’t even noticing how he was staring back at you, picking up on every of you little features, it made him feel agitated and worked up, he didn’t want this to stop but at the same time this twisted up energy was hard to ignore.
Finally, you step away, satisfied with your work, “How you feel Null?”
“Eh okay I guess” he lied, already missing your touch.
“Really? You seem calm” You point out.
His eyebrows furrow slightly, “how so?”
“Well, I mean, your voice isn’t as glitchy as usual”
Huh, he didn’t notice it, perhaps he’s been so use to his own voice that he doesn’t even pick up of it anymore. He hasn’t felt super stressed out in a long time, for once, he felt fine.
“Ready to look?” You ask him with a smirk.
His face feels rather stiff now that the paint was drying, “Better late then never”
You giggled as you looked for the mirror before finally holding it out to him, his features drop at the work he saw in the reflection, in your ultimate wisdom, you had painted his face in a clown makeup style, red lips, red cheeks and blue triangles under his eyes. He looked like a fucking idiot and you were laughing.
He wanted to get mad at you but your laughter was so contagious that he struggled the urge to laugh as well, this time around you can actually see him struggle.
“I’m so glad this washes off” he bluntly puts it, setting the mirror down.
“Sorry, sorry I couldn’t help myself” you snorted.
However your laughter died when you saw Null pick up the makeup palette, “W-what are you doing?”
“isn’t it fair that I get a turn?” he spoke with a sinister smile.
You stumble back, “Woah--- hang on I don’t trust that smile, you’re gonna draw a penis on my face!”
“I won’t” he smirks.
“I can see your face now! I can see your evil planning!”
To suffice to say, it had been a very entertaining evening.