The Soulless Thread

Maccon padded to Camille, lying down next to him, tongue darting out to lap at the vampire's hand.

Aodh shook his head slightly, kicking the now empty bag under his bed.

Camille fussed Maccon's head, cooing to her, opening his eyes as Jace searched for the next colour to attack him with and leaned off the bed slightly to reach closer to the dog, scratching her chest. He shut his eyes again obediently as Jace dabbed on a green, but still pouted a little.

Humming a little tune, He pulled away from the boy. Now looking at him, black seemed a bit too dark for the boy... Maybe a more earthy green for the corners of his eyes?

"If you keep pouting like that, I will stick lip gloss on you as well..." Sitting back on Camile, he groped behind him to grab the biggest eye shadow pallet, the only one with the shade he wanted in it.

"Sure you don't want a make over, Aodh?" He eyed the only Lycan in the room. "Or, I can do your hair, and make it all pretty for you~?"