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Todomatsu finishes the sigil with a flourish before using the rest of the concealer under his eyes.
“And that one means?”
“I draw positive attention.”
You lean over, pointing. “And the other one?”
“I’m impossibly cute.”
“And you cover them up?”
“Mm-hmm! Just because they can't be seen, it doesn't mean they won't work!” He finishes up his foundation before getting out two new eyeliners. “One for me, one for you. Look in the mirror, ok?” You do, a bit nervously. “Think about what you aim to do today. Blend in or stand out, be noticed in a room or get things done quickly and leave. I think I may actually allow you a focus that I won't let anyone else use without a good hexing.”
“Hm?”
“You're the only one allowed to plan to be cuter than me.” Totty winks, and you burst into giggles. “What? It's tricky to get there, and I do not allow anyone else to stay at the top for long! It's a gift. From me to you. I'm being serious now, look at yourself and focus on your plans.”
“I'm not going to be nervous at Sutaabaa.”
“That's a good starter! Keeping it simple when you start is good. Look at that mirror, and tell yourself 'I'm going to look the barista in the eyes without nervousness!’”
You silently mouth the words to yourself and, miraculously enough, it comes out even.
“Oh my god, you have ridiculously steady hands? You're doing mine tomorrow, don't you dare say no.” He finishes his own, and busts out a handful of new cosmetics. “I got all of this just for you, so take your pick!” Lipstick, stain, gloss, balm. You make your choice and await instructions. “Now, put that on and tell yourself that you won't trip on your own tongue, and that you'll carry on without shame even if you do!” He tries not to stare as you do this step. It's incredibly obvious. “Also, it always helps me to blow a kiss to the mirror. It doesn't really do anything if your intent isn't a love spell, but it makes me feel cuter. Confidence is key. If you don't have it, fake it until you do.” He digs around in the bag for the next component, and you follow his instruction hastily so he doesn't see.
“Blush, for seeming perfectly friendly but just a bit too cute to be approachable, if you're not in the mood to talk to strangers.”
“Mascara so you only see the good possibilities.”
“Just a bit of shimmer-- not too much, don't be Karamatsu-- so you glow with confidence!”
You follow each step with interest, and you already feel a bit more confident.
“Lastly, just two more things.” He offers out an elasticized bracelet full of beads. “Lepidolite for stress relief, and...” He pecks you on the cheek before getting out his own lip balm. “It's not officially listed in any books as a confidence booster, but, well. How could a peck from a witch this cute not make you feel cuter? It's common sense.” He smiles at his own reflection as he fixes his shirt, offering an arm to you. “Now, come on. There's a table right in by the window with our names on it!” After a brief pause, he adds on, “I'm serious. That table will be cleared by the time we get there one way or another if that spell worked.”