Latex
He wears a mask stretched tightly over his face. There are emotions that are etched into the latex fitting that seemed only intent to hide the truth. What was really going on behind the silver eyes? His mask isn't just stretched over the skin, able to be peeled away with a touch. It's skin deep. It's as if he's a porcelain doll with cellophane innards. It was perplexing and even horrifying when considering the way he seemed to smile and act like he wasn't deeply disturbed, even ruined to the core.
This didn't exactly upset Kanda, but the fakeness of it all pissed him off when the white haired boy refused to pull off the latex painting that mimicked a smile. He didn't have to lie to him. If anyone could slap that artificial grin off his stupid face, he wanted to be the one to do it. It wasn't a thing of malice, it was a thing of being against blatant liars.
Allen saw that look in his eyes, and even though he knew his pretend pleasantness pissed him off, he continued. He let it drop, however, only for the moments they were at each other's throats. It was as if every hateful word was just another paint thinner, breaking the wall he'd erected so carefully. It was perplexing both ways. Because he wasn't the only one with a latex face.
A/N: Flash fiction I'd done in 5 minutes a while back.