[You'd think, with all the girls he's slept with, with having a sister, he'd know a little more about how makeup is applied-- but this is the first time he's seen it. Polnareff watches with fascination-- both because of the process itself, but also because it's Star doing the bulk of the work. (Could Chariot do that, he thinks, but no, he'd probably just end up wielding it like a very stubby sword).]
Huh.
[When he thinks lipstick, he thinks bright red, like a fire engine, so it's a little odd to see something so pale on Jotaro's lips. It doesn't . . . exactly fit, the color, but on the other hand it's not, like, black, and it isn't as if Polnareff knows any better. And it looks . . . strange, honestly, because it's a shock to see something like that on Jotaro's face-- but it's not bad. He offers up half a grin in clear approval.]
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Huh.
[When he thinks lipstick, he thinks bright red, like a fire engine, so it's a little odd to see something so pale on Jotaro's lips. It doesn't . . . exactly fit, the color, but on the other hand it's not, like, black, and it isn't as if Polnareff knows any better. And it looks . . . strange, honestly, because it's a shock to see something like that on Jotaro's face-- but it's not bad. He offers up half a grin in clear approval.]
Eyes next. Go on.