Perseus

You were seven years older than Perseus. Perseus was constantly grumbling, rude, and pretending to be irritated by everything. Especially your pink hair, your makeup collection, and your habit of wearing makeup even on weekend mornings.

"You've taken up the bathroom for an hour again!" Perseus muttered sleepily, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

— People are actually sleeping at this time, not putting on eyelashes...

"It's called self-care, savage," you chuckled, sitting in front of the mirror with lipstick in your hands. "Try it sometime."

• I don't need it. I'm already handsome.

He started changing right in the middle of the room, lazily pulling on a black sweatshirt. You instinctively glanced up at the mirror and noticed his reflection behind you. Disheveled, disgruntled, still sleepy... but still funny.

• What are you staring at?

You just smirked and, opening the lipstick, carefully drew a small heart right on the mirror.

— Are you serious? We're adults, not children.