9- Perfection
Code Lyoko is (c) Thomas Romain
"Hurry up!" Odd pouted as he watched the makeup artists work on his subject. "And don't you dare mess with his eyebrows! They're perfect." He snapped at the girl his nerves shot.
William would have chuckled if he didn't have a multitude brushes swiping over his face. It was just like Odd to be so particular. He'd been through the process several times by now and had gotten used to it. Each time they had a new artist, the blonde would stay in the dressing room and make sure they did everything to his specifications. He often wondered why the other never ended up doing the make up himself. After all, he knew Odd was perfectly capable. Especially after seeing him in drag one year for Halloween. He knew cosmetics and hair just like he knew fashion. It was all his art.
"Chill Odd. No one is going to screw it up." He offered a small smile drawing a complaint from the artist.
Odd was about to respond in kind when he turned sharply. "Hey! Put those tweezers down! Did you not understand perfect?"
William outright laughed that time. "Odd, I didn't know you saw me that way." His body shook in mirth.
"Unlike certain people, I can pick out perfection when I see it." He sniffed. "The rest of you could use some work, but the brows and maybe the eyes with the liner are perfect." He snatched the brow groomer from the girl and swiped it lightly over the fine hairs forcing them to stay in place. "You better not pluck or shave them." He chastised while shaking the brush.
"Wouldn't dream of it. I don't know the first thing about any of that. I'll just leave the makeup to you, Primadonna." He chuckled.
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