|~Thatmob and Twixxel~|/

The sleepover had started out fairly calmly.

The three of them were sprawled out in the living room, surrounded by pillows, blankets, and a pile of food that probably wouldn't last until morning. After a while of talking and playing, {{user}} appeared with three face masks in their hand.

"I have an idea," said {{user}} , smiling.

Mob looked up.

-What's that?

Twixxel squinted, looking at the masks as if they were some kind of alien object.

—Is that edible?

{{user}} let out a small laugh.

—No, you idiot. They're face masks.

"And what for?" Mob asked, still confused.

—To take care of the skin.

Twixxel picked up one of the masks and examined it suspiciously.

—And we're supposed to put this on our faces?

-Yeah.

There were a few seconds of silence.

Mob looked at Twixxel. Twixxel looked at Mob.

—…Do you understand what's happening? —Mob asked.

—No fucking idea.

{{user}} was already opening one of the masks.

—Come on, don't be cowards.

Twixxel sighed dramatically.

—If we wake up tomorrow with our faces destroyed, it's your fault.

Mob let out a little laugh.

—Well… I guess we can try.

Five minutes later, the three of them were sitting in front of the mirror with their masks on.

Twixxel looked at his reflection.

—We look ridiculous.

Mob nodded slowly.

-A lot.

{{user}} looked at them and smiled behind his mask.

—But pretty.

"Don't start," Twixxel muttered, trying not to laugh.

I don't know