AN: Not new, just added to the collection instead of standing alone.
Kitty Richardson looked in the mirror, frowned, and reached for her makeup. She needed to make a trip to a nearby Ulta soon.
She was midway through her mascara when Jonathan Crane stuck his head in.
"Have you seen my shirt?"
"Which shirt?"
"The bloodstain free one."
"Um…should be in the metal locker." Wait a minute. Were those…yes! They were! "Jonathan, are those eye bags?"
"Maybe."
Hah! Finally!
She wasn't a vain person, for the most part, but it had always irritated her that he could go out in-quite literally-sackcloth and look fine (a bit too fine, the bastard) and she had to fuss. She felt extremely gratified that finally all those late nights had caught up with him.
"Why?"
"Oh, nothing."
"No, really. Why do you ask?"
Because now your perfect face isn't so perfect, and now I don't have to spend quite as long in front of the mirror.
"Just surprised." she said. "You seem to avoid those."
"Lucky."
Shut up! I can enjoy it for once, seeing as they'll be gone tomorrow.
"Don't rub it in." she grumbled. "You could walk into a door and avoid a bruise."
"I've had black eyes before."
"And I have uneven patches constantly. So shut up and let me enjoy the moment."
He shrugged and went back out. A minute later, he came back and glanced in the mirror.
"They're not that visible, are they?"
THE END