"Oh."
Veruca always knew what to say. Not necessarily the right thing to say, but she always had something. So why was it that now, there was nothing. Just… "Oh." Veruca stared down at Violet. Her legs were splayed on the plush carpet of Veruca's room, and she looked guiltily up at her friend.
"Please." The words dissipated in Violets mouth. "Please-" she grasped at them futilely, searching with her eyes Veruca's face. "Don't tell your mom… that I used her makeup…" she finishes, looking down. Veruca just stares.
"Oh."
Violet makes a small sound and rubs at her eyes. Not really crying, but sort of… gasping. Violet never cried, because crying is for losers. Veruca stares. She doesn't mean to, but she … just…
Violet rubs her eyes more, the flesh-colored foundation and cover-up all over her face smearing onto her hands.
"I just-" Violet gasps, gesturing helplessly. "I wanted to-" she slams her blue tinged hands onto the carpet, which makes an exasperated 'whuph' sound. "I don't look like myself anymore." Veruca just stares for a beat, before looking down at her shoes. She can't say anything. She walks over to where Violet sits and carefully selects her mother's favorite lipstick out of the makeup bag. She pauses, before drawing a circle on her cheek. Violet's turn to stare. Veruca rubs at the circle, spreading the color all over the right side of her face. She looks over at Violet and hands her a make-up rag with her now blue-stained hand.
"Oh." Now it is Violet who can't find the words she needs. She pauses, looks up, looks down, frowns, looks over at Veruca, and cries.
Flesh colored makeup melts down her face.
"Oh." she sobs "Oh."