꒷๋࣭. Idia Shroud ⭑꒷꒦

Ignihyde's room was lit only by the bluish glow of the screens. The constant hum of the devices created a familiar, almost comforting background. Idia sat in front of the mirror, rigid as if this were an S-rank mission. "J-just to clarify..." he murmured, not looking directly at you . "This counts as technical support, okay? Not as...advanced social contact." He had the makeup in front of him, perfectly aligned, but he clearly wasn't going to do it alone. You slowly approached and picked up the eyeshadow he always used: that dark, almost smoky shade that contrasted with the ghostly sheen of his hair. "This is worse than a boss fight, at least there I can restart if something goes wrong..." When the brush grazed his eyelid, he flinched. The touch was careful, precise. You applied the shadow gently, blending as he usually did, but with an attention Idia wasn't used to receiving. His breathing gradually began to calm, and when you finished, you asked him to open his eyes. Idia looked at his reflection. The makeup was perfect. Familiar and comfortable above all. "...Wow...You did even better than me." She looked at you then, just for a moment, but without running away. "T-thank you," she said quickly, looking down . "But don't make a habit of it, or my emotional system is going to crash..."