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Of course I-

[Jack stops. Like someone pulled the plug on his vocal cords, click, off. Because he remembers, like you remember the moment you wake up that you've never actually punched a bear, that Max's world is mildly insane.]

. . . that's your bag, then. And your . . . things. In the bag.

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[There's that moment when things just seem to click into place and he can see it clicking right there in the way Jack just stops.

And then he asks questions which Max thinks should have really obvious answers.]

Yeah. It's mine. I mean, I don't wear it all the time, just for going out and... can you explain what the hell is going through your head, because I don't get it. Really.

I . . . sorry, this is just funny- [He tries to cough through a giggle, palm flat over his face, failing miserably at it.] In my world you'd have to be a - ahehehe - a drag queen to own that much makeup-!

You might think so... [Max mutters it, still a little grumpy at the accusations.

He raises an eyebrow at that, frowning a little.]

Seriously? That is just... weird. What do you do on a night out?

I don't know. Put something in your hair if you're feeling fancy.

[He's still laughing, wiping at his eyes.]

Oh, wow, I'm sorry. Really. Really sorry, that . . . that just looked so bad-

[max looks thoroughly sceptical about the merits of that.]

That isn't even trying. I mean, if you want to spend your time in a club hiding in the corner sure...

[He lets out a slightly frustrated noise, his shoulders slumping.]

I wouldn't cheat, okay? I'm not that much of a dick.

Max?

[Jack frowns, then steps inside, sinking to sit on the corner of Max's bed.]

Hey, come on. I said I'm sorry. I just literally found it inconceivable that the thing was yours, and . . . [He trails off with a sigh, then gives a game little smirk, nudging his foot at Max's.] You're not the only one who's been stupid in his lifetime, all right?

[He snorts at that, shaking his head, a small smile appearing on his lips.]

Alright. I suppose everyone has our dumbass moments. You do pick a way to show it though.

So, people don't wear makeup in your world?

No, they do, but it's basically always women. And actors and rock stars, I guess, but you're not any of those either.

Point is, men don't generally have neat little cosmetic bags in their bathrooms. It's the sort of thing a girlfriend brings over and forgets to take home with her.

No, unfortunately, I'm not and really? Only women? That is weird.

[He huffs softly and tips out the makeup bag to let Jack see.]

All the guys I knew at university had some. It's all about putting on the right mask for the occasion.

. . . huh. [Jack sifts through the mostly-foreign array of products, sticks and tubes and pans and compacts, even a little case of soft-bristled brushes in varying shapes. Even nail polish. It's kind of fascinating.] Are you going to be putting this on for tonight, then?

Well, yeah. Had a few ideas design-wise for it. Dark eyes. A few sigils here and there. Hope I'm not too out of practice.

I think I've figured out nail polish. [He grins in offering - a show of truce or no hard feelings, or even apology perhaps - holding a metallic violet bottle in one hand and a bright fuchsia that claims to be UV-reactive in the other.] Want me to get your hands for you?

Good for you. Just eyeliner and eyeshadow and everything else to go then.

[He flashes Jack a smile and glances at the bottles in his hand.]

Sure, why not?

[Fuchsia it is. Jack grins, giving the bottle a solid shake and getting Max's hand settled onto his knee before beginning to paint the nails with slow, careful strokes.]

You'll have to show me those, like I said. Never worn them for myself, never dated anyone who did. Well, off-stage, but you know. [He smirks privately, eyes fixed on his work.] Everyone should sleep with at least one actor in uni, right?

[Max grins, letting Jack start to paint his nails in obscene purple-pink while rooting through his makeup for the other things he needs. Concealer, of course, and foundation, eyeliner...]

You're pretty much the same skin tone as me so the concealer and stuff should be fine.

Hehe, can't argue there. Gotta love performing arts students.

[Those too, he thinks silently, smirk only widening a little for it. Glancing up at the things Max is pulling out, he lifts an eyebrow questioningly, dipping the brush again before continuing.]

You're planning on demonstrating the power of male cosmetics on me?

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Oh come on, you don't think I manage to stay up all night and have flawless skin naturally do you?

[He raises an eyebrow, looking at Jack.]

Do you?

[Well . . . hell. When he says it like that, Jack does feel sort of foolish.]

I don't know! Some people have . . . you know . . . good genetics . . .

[Max can't help it, he starts laughing, grinning widely at the other man.]

Seriously? I wish I had skin that nice. I mean, I do have good skin but... if I didn't have concealer, I would spend every day looking like I got punched in both eyes.

[Jack sticks out his tongue, then finishes the last nail on that hand and caps the bottle, gesturing for Max to surrender the other one.]

Point taken, fine. Let's see how it looks. Though I maintain my doubts about the eyeliner.

[Half dressed- because honestly choosing ONE shirt is difficult when he has so many to pick from that are so nice, and hair a loose mess about his face and ears for the many changes Zev pokes his head into the room with a quirked brow.]

I heard shouting. As neither of you are dead I assume it was a mild matter but all the same I am obligated by my husbandly duty to ask if I need to stab someone. Or spank my husband. Whichever is appropriate.

[Max smirks back and switches hand, letting Jack go at it as well.]

Eyeliner is great. I promise you'll look fantastic.

[And then Zevran comes in, shirtless and... okay, that is... uh... he should really stop staring at another couple of guy's husband.]

Oh, nothing. Jack just under the misapprehension that makeup means a guy is cheating.

[Jack is just going to grin quietly, looking from Max to Zevran and back to Max in a slightly-smug, entirely unperturbed way. He knows that Zev gets looks. That's fine. Zev deserves them.]

Zev, come on. I found a makeup kit in the bathroom. How does that not suggest to most people that a woman was in the house?

You found my kohl and powders?

[Yes, Jack, there is in fact more than one makeup kit in the house.]

And makeup is absolutely cheating, Max. I was under the impression you looked this lovely all on your lonesome. My heart simply cannot take the betrayal.

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