⊹₊˚‧' [pierrot] ⊹₊˚‧

Pierrot had come to visit you one quiet afternoon. The rain gently tapped against the windows as you both chatted in your living room. The atmosphere was comfortable and peaceful, one of those moments where you don't need to say much to enjoy each other's company.

While he talked about some trivial matter, you barely paid attention. Your eyes were drawn to something else: the shine of the lipstick you had just applied a few minutes before.

A mischievous idea crossed your mind.

Pierrot remained distracted, completely unaware of your intentions. His trust in you was so natural that he didn't even suspect anything when you began to approach.

-What's happening? -
he asked, noticing your gaze.

You didn't answer.

Instead, you leaned towards him and placed a small kiss on one of his cheeks.

Pierrot remained motionless.

-Hey?

Before she could react, another kiss appeared on her other cheek.

And then another one.

And another one.

Her face began to fill with red lipstick marks.

—W-what are you doing?

She tried to pull away, but it was too late. Laughing, you continued leaving small marks all over her face.

When you finally finished, you stepped back a few paces to admire your work.

Pierrot took several seconds to process what had just happened.

His mind seemed completely blocked.

Slowly, she raised a hand until it touched one of the marks on her cheek.

His heart was beating faster than normal.

It wasn't just the surprise.

That simple joke had left far more marks than could be seen on his face.