Title: Transformation
Pairing/Characters: Romano and Gisella
Summary: Gisella is a burgeoning artist and Romano's face is her canvas.
"Babbo, hold still!"
"I am."
"Not still 'nough."
Romano would have sighed, but sighing wasn't holding still, and Gisella was making the very best Stern Face a four-year-old could make, so he tried his damndest to hold still enough for the girl who was currently painting his face with God knows what.
"Babbo likes green?"
Romano waited until nothing was touching his face before nodding. "Mhmm, I like green."
"And pink?"
"Yes."
She nodded and went back to her work, diligently applying eyeshadow and blush and lipstick for a good fifteen minutes (a good six pokes in the eye with the mascara wand), her lip sucked in between her teeth in deep concentration.
When she finally finished, she took a moment to survey her work. "What's Javier think?" Gisella looked down at the cat, who just stared back, like he always did, but apparently it was the right kind of stare because her face broke out into a wide smile and she grabbed Romano's hands, tugging at them until he got up off the floor. "So pretty," she said, gazing up at Romano adoringly. "Look, look!"
Once Romano was fully standing and in front of the bathroom mirror, he did look. His right eye was covered from brow to lash in bright green eyeshadow, his left eye with glittery pink. Blush was smudged into his cheeks, his nose, and part of his chin. The lipstick spattered all around his mouth was definitely Antonia's, because only she could pull off that shade of red, and he knew for a fact that it was a bitch to get off. Only one eye was adorned with mascara; the other had a couple drips of it blending into the blush below. One of Lovina's headbands and two of Gisella's butterfly clips completed the look, along with a smattering of sticky hairspray.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes," Romano said, not even hesitating. "But let's go do your papá too, or else he might get jealous."