"Black definitely does, and that is just proof." Jiao argued, pointing at Peter's shirt with a frown. In fact, now that she was looking for it, there were more marks than she'd originally thought; she leaned back a little and pulled a face.
She answered his question by dusting some powder on her hand then immediately beginning to apply it to his face, the almost-white concealer covering up his scars immediately and evening out his complexion. Over time she shifted to powders of steadily darker colours, contouring and colour-correcting where she could see it was necessary.
Peter didn't seem like the kind for massively popping eye shadow or a strong lip, so she left it at a foundation and colour. "Okay, I think I'm done." She announced after twenty minutes or so, jumping up to drag Peter towards the little pool. "Come look!"
Jiao
Better do as I please, until I tell you to stop
When I rule the world, then you're the little girl
When I rule the world, then you're the little girl
