Mabel bounces into the room smiling brightly. She's wearing an open back tank-top, and shorts. "Hey! I'm ready!"
Dipper sits up, and smiles. He has all his paintbrushes laid out, along with black face paint.
"Cool! Just sit on your bed, back to me, I guess." Mabel nods, and clambers onto her bed. Sitting in a kneeling position, she places her hands in her lap.
Dipper takes her hair and twists it into a bun. He has had to do Mabel's hair more times than he can count in his life.
Gently lifting his paintbrush, he dips it into the paint and pauses to look at his sister's back. Like him, she had a brilliant array of freckles scattered around. He had chosen a thin brush for this.
Mabel shivered as the cool paint touched her skin.
"Done. Here, I'll take a picture so you can see." Mabel stayed still until she heard a click. Turning around, she felt the paint caked onto her back crinkle slightly.
"Lemme see, Lemme see!" She bounces excitedly on her bed. Dipper rolled his eyes and handed her the camera.
On it was a picture of here, evening sunlight dappling her skin, her back displayed. On it, she can clearly make out the freckles, but now lines of thin black connect them, forming a large lotus flower in the middle, and constellations surrounding it. Her breath catches in her throat, and she grins.
"Wow. I never realized you had such artistic talent, Bro-bro!" She looks at him and he grins back, moving to take his shirt off.
"It's just like connecting dots, really. C'Mere, do my back. No glitter, just what I used, okay?" He turns around.
"Okay." She agrees, her face splitting into a mischievous smile.