Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-8267955-20150607092108/@comment-3991308-20150608041908

Chanson had been standing in front of the vanity when Chanticleer burst in, clutching an eyeliner pencil.

"I'm... late?" she said, turning around quite suddenly, slightly shocked at her own time management. Chanson lowered the eyeliner pencil in her hand onto the table. "Turns out winged eyeliner takes way too long." A small, almost sad, sigh escaped her throat. "I'll put it on for you sometime later, I guess."

The disappointed sigh on her face was soon replaced by an hexcited grin, though. "But that's enough about me and my terrible makeup skills!" she said, skipping over to the other side of her dorm to grab a warm-ish leather jacket. "You're here, and I'm so not wasting any time and end up delaying cheesy YA movies. Those are my weakness, Cler."