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Charlie watches as their fingers run through Ava's hair, messing it up. Hair spray sticking to their hands as they haphazardly sprayed it into Avas tresses.
The glitter Zari had put on Avas face earlier was still shining, making her look more cute than the dirty punk look she was going for.
It was amazing how less uptight the woman looked when her hair was left flowing down and not in that tight bun. The rigid time copper suit long gone by now. Replaced by a long pink coat with ripped clothes to accompany it underneath.
“There you all, punk as I can make you.” Charlie says as they pull back trying to get a look at their work.
Ava pulls back trying to get a glimpse in the mirror sitting on the table. Charlie watches as she studies the makeup, hands hovering closely to herself as if she's trying not to touch it and mess it up. They go to tell her that doing that will only help her look more punk but before they can Ava speaks
“I feel like I'm back in my teenage rebellion phase. Well, my implanted memories of a rebellious phase anyways.”
Implanted memories or not they can't help being amused at the thought of teenage Ava with dyed hair screaming her heart out about how no one understands her to some dirty rock song. It makes them wonder how someone like her would rebel in her youth, she was probably the sneaking cigarettes type to anger her father and give her mum a heart attack. The amusement must show on her face because Ava's curious voice asks
“What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.”
Charlie brushes it off as they pick up the fruity lip gloss. Unscrewing and holding it out waitingly, Ava juts out her chin, relaxing slightly into Charlie's hand as they grab the offered skin.
Despite Charlie being all about messiness tonight they carefully apply the gloss to the others lips. Maybe it was because they knew how anal Ava was about everything and didn't want to hear her make a big fuss about it. Or just maybe it was a way for Charlie to focus on something other than the fact that they're so close to her lips.
Charlie wipes the excess gloss they still somehow manage to smudge off the corner of her lips. They're probably just imagining the sound of Ava's breath hitching at the action. And they're definitely imagining the sudden gruffnes in her voice when she asks
“How does it look?”
Charlie pulls their hand away like they've been burned, turning on they're heel as they answer
“Looks great! I'm going to check up on the other legends, see if they need any help with their outfits too ,yeah.”
Charlie can't see Ava's reaction to the reply and doesn't really wait for a response as they speed out of the fabricating room.
And if Charlie sings extra hard later that night while their eyes keep gravitating towards a tall energetic blonde, who can blame them?