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One-Shot 2: Make up
Manitoba always wondered why Svetlana wore make-up.
"Because it makes us women look better." She would reply. "It adds tone and volume to our skin."
The male still didn't understand why his roommate wore the sloppy stuff. To him, it was just basically a jar full of color that made you look like clown. It made you look like a fool.
Manitoba was sitting in the living room with his roommate one day when he was just itching to ask her;
"Why do you where make-up?"
Svetlana turned and gave him a look.
"I already told you." She stated. "It makes girls looks cleaner in facial appearance. It even covers blemishes and scars on the face."
"-But why? I think a Sheila would look fine without a hunk of color on her face."
The gymnast smiled.
"It's nice that you care about..um..'us'" She spoke. "But it's just a natural thing."
A natural thing, the male thought.
Nothing is natural about putting stuff on your face.
"Coming to bed?" Svetlana asked as she walked to the bedroom.
"Naw, I'm staying up for a while." Manitoba called from the bathroom.
After the Russian girl fell asleep that night. Manitoba snuck into the bathroom and found her makeup purse. He hastily opened it without waking the female up.
He found a small brush, a few packets of mocha and crimson colored dust, and a roll of lipstick.
"What do the sheila's find in this?" Manitoba asked himself as he picked up the brush.
The males curious side came up as he dusted the brush in the red dust and brushed some on his face. He noticed that the red showed blush and tone to his cheeks.
"Hmm, I wonder." Manitoba thought.
After three hours of toying with the make-up. The male had accidentally fell asleep on the couch. He was tired from putting on all of the woman's facial make-up.
Svetlana had woken up early the next day. Her limbs were limber and loose as she leaped out of the bed and flipped into the kitchen.
By the time she got in there, she saw Manitoba turned around an mixing something in bowls.
"Good morning, Manitoba." She yawned.
"'Morning, Svet." the male turned to show his face.
Svetlana nearly fainted when she saw Manitoba covered in Make-up! His cheeks had way too much blush, including eyeshadow, and other crazy things.
She just pointed to his face and formed her mouth to speak, but said nothing.
After letting his look sink in, she manages to say;
"I'm not even going to ask.."
One-Shot 2: Make up
Manitoba always wondered why Svetlana wore make-up.
"Because it makes us women look better." She would reply. "It adds tone and volume to our skin."
The male still didn't understand why his roommate wore the sloppy stuff. To him, it was just basically a jar full of color that made you look like clown. It made you look like a fool.
Manitoba was sitting in the living room with his roommate one day when he was just itching to ask her;
"Why do you where make-up?"
Svetlana turned and gave him a look.
"I already told you." She stated. "It makes girls looks cleaner in facial appearance. It even covers blemishes and scars on the face."
"-But why? I think a Sheila would look fine without a hunk of color on her face."
The gymnast smiled.
"It's nice that you care about..um..'us'" She spoke. "But it's just a natural thing."
A natural thing, the male thought.
Nothing is natural about putting stuff on your face.
"Coming to bed?" Svetlana asked as she walked to the bedroom.
"Naw, I'm staying up for a while." Manitoba called from the bathroom.
After the Russian girl fell asleep that night. Manitoba snuck into the bathroom and found her makeup purse. He hastily opened it without waking the female up.
He found a small brush, a few packets of mocha and crimson colored dust, and a roll of lipstick.
"What do the sheila's find in this?" Manitoba asked himself as he picked up the brush.
The males curious side came up as he dusted the brush in the red dust and brushed some on his face. He noticed that the red showed blush and tone to his cheeks.
"Hmm, I wonder." Manitoba thought.
After three hours of toying with the make-up. The male had accidentally fell asleep on the couch. He was tired from putting on all of the woman's facial make-up.
Svetlana had woken up early the next day. Her limbs were limber and loose as she leaped out of the bed and flipped into the kitchen.
By the time she got in there, she saw Manitoba turned around an mixing something in bowls.
"Good morning, Manitoba." She yawned.
"'Morning, Svet." the male turned to show his face.
Svetlana nearly fainted when she saw Manitoba covered in Make-up! His cheeks had way too much blush, including eyeshadow, and other crazy things.
She just pointed to his face and formed her mouth to speak, but said nothing.
After letting his look sink in, she manages to say;
"I'm not even going to ask.."