Tavros watched as Aradia carefully moved her thumb, leaving a grey smudge on the underside of her eye.
"You sure are wearing a lot of makeup, Aradia." He said as she slowly moved a contact towards her eye.
"Yeah. It's a thing the fans do." She mumbled, blinking as the white contact covered the deep amber of her eye.
He ran his fingers through his fluffy hair nervously.
"Does everybody do it?" He asked.
"There are two kinds of fans; those who think the band is alright, and those who know every word to every song. The latter typically mimic the makeup of one of them members or do something in a similar style. For example, mine mocks Gamzee's but isn't exactly the same. However the former will not be wearing it, so you don't need to worry about standing out."
"Oh okay. . ." he said. "Thanks."
"I could put some on you if you're going to feel left out." She said as she rolled her eye to move the other lens into place.
"I guess that would be. . . uh. . . okay. . . "
"Perfect!" She said, turning towards him.
He looked intently at the little black smudges at the corners of his eyes. He traced the thin black line Aradia had drawn from one of his cheekbones to the other, passing over the bridge of his nose.
"It looks good." He said, grinning.
"Great because we're going right now!" She said, grabbing his chair and rolling him towards the door. Outside a blonde man leaned on a sleek black car. Red was smeared down the right side of his face, and blue down the left.
"Let's move." He said with a slight lisp, turning to get into the car.
The curly haired man stood on the light stage in the loud room looking down at the instrument in his hands. He flipped his hair out of his eyes to look out at the crowd. His eyes landed on the boy in the wheelchair. He smiled, but not his usual, lazy smile. He seemed genuinely happy in that moment. Tavros blushed a little bit as Gamzee looked back to his guitar. The pure emotion in Gamzee's face when he played made Tavros' heart flutter. The song ended and Gamzee looked up, before loosely pulling his hair back. He exchanged his guitar for an acoustic and pilled a stool up to the mic, the rest of the band moving off stage.
"Hey everyone," He started. He chuckled as a few cheers rose up. "There's uh. . . something I've been meaning to play. It's a song I wrote. A very special song, for a very special someone."