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Third floor common room, Friday morning.

Due to a shipping error, Johnny seemed to have received a large box full of sample Avon products in the mail. (Whoever this 'Jenny Blozen' was, he hoped that she wouldn't be too disappointed when her box didn't arrive.) So, like any teenaged hick who'd spent most of his life without a permanent address, instead of taking it back to the post office and telling them about the mistake, he took it to the common room on his floor and started opening it up.

He had no idea what most of these creams and powders and tubes were supposed to do, but he figured that he could probably fake his way through giving other ~~victims~~ people a makeover.

[OOC: So very open.]

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Blackheart had better things to do with his time than get a makeover by one Johnny Blaze.

He really couldn't think of any of those things, however, and so he didn't turn on his heel and exit the room as swiftly as possible when he walked in and saw him sitting on the floor with copious amounts of makeup.

...

"What the Hell are you doing, Blaze?"

It seemed like a totally valid question. He'd probably regret it later.

Aha! If there was one pasty goth kid most in desperate need of a makeover, Blackheart would be it. Johnny waved him over to the main table.

"I got some stuff in the mail by mistake, so 'm tryin' them out. Come over here, and we'll see what I can do for ya."

Against his better judgment, Blackheart made his way to the table.

"What you can do for me? What are you talking about?"

Johnny grinned, and leaned in to get a better look at Blackheart's pasty pasty face.

"First of all, y'look like death warmed over. 'M gonna take some 'a this pink goop, an' smear it on t'make you look more human."

"Why would I want to look more human?" Blackheart clearly figured that Johnny was insane.

Which didn't explain why he sat down, anyhow.

The truth of the matter was, his father would have hated it if he looked any more human than he already did. And... anything to annoy his father.

Johnny had no idea what the pink goop was, but he grabbed a liberal handful and smeared it on Blackheart's face like grease paint. When Johnny was done, there was a pink layer covering the front of his face, like colored clown make up.

Johnny wiped the rest of the goop of on the packaging slip that came with the box, before holding up a couple tubes.

"So, what else can we do t'you?"

Blackheart eyed the tubes warily.

A wiser demon would be afraid to find out.

"You've gone and turned me pink," he stated. "You had better make me look less like I have an eraser for a face."

Johnny put down the tubes in his hand to pick up a pencil-like thing, and what he was fairly sure was some kind of lipstick. He offered the two to Blackheart.

"Well," he said. "We can give ya some pretty lips, or we can draw on lines an' such. D'you have a preference?"

"If you use the word 'pretty' one more time in connection to my face, I'm going to leave and wash it all off, and then proceed to plot a horrible death for you," Blackheart warned. And then relented. A little. "Might as well give me lips."

Johnny chuckled at the warning. "Oh Gerard, ~~you make my heart burn~~ you're such the kidder," he said.

He pulled the cap of the lipstick, and twisted it up over the lip of the tube. He moved back and forth between Blackheart's face and his hands original spot, before hesitating.

"D'you wanna paint them on yourself, or have me do it?"

Blackheart scowled and grabbed the lipstick.

"I'll put it on," he said, snarling at the repeated infringement upon his name. He was not Gerard. He was being a smartass. That is what demons did. When they weren't killing, anyhow.

He stared at the lipstick tube.

...

And then, ultimately, decided that it was better to pull on his big boy panties and put on his own lipstick than to continue to sit there looking like his face was smeared in clown paint.

Fortunately, Johnny had no idea that Blackheart was anything other than human. He'd probably scoff at the idea that demons really existed at all, and accuse Blackheart of trying to claim more goth cred. The poor sad, deluded fool.

And no way was he going to use a name as stupid and cliché as "Blackheart" outside of a performance anyway.

So instead, he watched the other boy apply lipstick for what was likely the first time. " 'S lookin' pretty good," he commented.

Blackheart snorted grumpily and capped the lipstick, handing it back to Johnny.

"I'm sure it does. What else have you got in there?"

He made a grab for the case and rifled through it, and something of a sly grin crossed his lips as he found a container of foundation that was very, very pale.

"Give me your face, Blaze."

Johnny eyed the power and let out a small sigh. He supposed that he should have expected some revenge. He leaned across the table to get close.

"Alright, but not too much."

"I wouldn't dream of using too much," Blackheart said. And then proceeded to coat Johnny's face with enough foundation to make him look like he already had one foot in the grave before he went looking for something darker, to help bring out the kid's eyes.

Call him Gerard, would he?

Oh, that was a lot of powder. Johnny coughed it out of his lungs for a minute before looking in the mirror.

He had to admit, the paleness really made his blue eyes stand out more.

"Excellent." Blackheart had found some eyeshadow in shades that were probably far too dark to be used on anyone with sound mind. And then he took Johnny squarely by the chin and gave him two black eyes.

With the eyeshadow.

It was hard, but Johnny managed to squirm his head out of Blackheart's hands after the eyeshadow went on.

"Hey, hey, you're gonna make me look cheap."

"Are you saying that I look cheap?" Blackheart raised an eyebrow, setting down the eyeshadow and making a grab for the black eyeliner. "I ought to skewer you on this thing," he snarled.

A flicker of demonic teeth was far, far easier to disregard when the rest of the face was covered liberally in pinkish goop.

Johnny blinked a few times and his face darkened as his mind tried to prcoces what he'd just seen. That toothy thing just had to be a trick of the light, right?

"I don' think you'd get too far on a tube of lipstick," he said, as he picked up a large blush brush. "An' I think the tuxedo vest makes you look stuffy more than anything."

He had just been called stuffy. Cheap and stuffy.

And he wasn't allowed to kill Johnny for it. The universe was filled with many gross counts of injustice. So far as Blackheart was concerned, his one currently topped them all.

"This coming from a boy whose idea of haute couture is a t-shirt and a pair of pants that went out of fashion in the seventies," he hissed, letting Johnny do whatever the hell he liked with that blush brush- he was going to get his revenge in quite the same way. Darken those eyes, make those eyebrows a little more severe, look for some black lipstick, now...

"An' a leather jacket. Don't forget the leather," he said, ignoring the swipe about the seventies. His Dad approved of his pants, but then his Dad had also been a teen in the 70s.

He cowered the blush brush in red powdery stuff, and proceeded to give Blackheart a good dusting. By the time he was done, Blackheart had a rosy glow and a permanent coy blush.

He grabbed a pencil with the word "eyebrow" on it, and proceeded to give Blackheart shapelier eyebrows. And draw a cute little black heart by the corner of his left eye.

Oddly enough, when Blackheart was finished, Johnny also had a little black heart by the corner of his left eye.

It was a signature, however.

"I think we're even," he decided with something of a smug grin.

He was not anxious to get about to looking in the mirror anytime soon.

With all the white and black on his face, Johnny wasn't keen on looking for a mirror either.

"I'd say so. Y'look better than ever."

Blackheart wasn't entirely convinced. But then, Blackheart had gone and painted Johnny up so that he looked something like a mime.

"So do you," he replied, still smirking. "All you need is a beret and a black and white striped shirt to complete the ensemble."

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