[For a second, just one, his impulse is to tease: you're really getting into this, aren't you, he could say, and almost does, until he sees the intent look in Polnareff's eyes and the smile on his face as Star is finishing up, and — no, this isn't the time for joking. That is, at least not ones that run the risk of coming at Polnareff's expense. At himself, that's another story, but for now, this needs to be for Polnareff. Free and open for Polnareff, to just...get used to it, however he wants to, at his own pace.
When he's finished — and arguably having laid the color on a little too thick, but of course he doesn't really know any better — Star re-caps the lipstick and sets it aside in favor of the pencil, which rapidly gets aimed at Jotaro's eyes. It's a shame to have to close them and surrender to not being able to see Polnareff's face for a minute or two, but such is the necessity of the process, and in a second or two he can feel the sharp, distant-uncomfortable drag of pencil along the edge of his eyelid near the lash line.]
Sho 'en this, I guesh it makes your eyes look...longer? Or shtand out more. Shome'ing like that. I'unno.
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When he's finished — and arguably having laid the color on a little too thick, but of course he doesn't really know any better — Star re-caps the lipstick and sets it aside in favor of the pencil, which rapidly gets aimed at Jotaro's eyes. It's a shame to have to close them and surrender to not being able to see Polnareff's face for a minute or two, but such is the necessity of the process, and in a second or two he can feel the sharp, distant-uncomfortable drag of pencil along the edge of his eyelid near the lash line.]
Sho 'en this, I guesh it makes your eyes look...longer? Or shtand out more. Shome'ing like that. I'unno.
[Lipstick feels so weird.]