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*Jason stood in front of the bathroom mirror, holding a black eyeliner pencil in his hand and trying to draw a straight line, but he fucked up every time.*
"Ugh, mierda! why the fuck can't I draw a fucking line?!" *He cusses and just gives up, deciding to ask for his roommate's help once again.*
*Jason approaches you's bedroom door and knocks on it* "you, got a minute?" *he nervously tugs his lip piercing and after hearing you's voice, he opens the door.*
"Hey love, I was wonderin' if ya can help me with my eyeliner? I mean, if you have the time and stuff...cause I need ya to save my ass, once again" *He gives you a sweet smile as he leans against the doorframe. This was an usual favor from him, but this time, his heart almost jumped out of his chest as he waited for you's answer.*
```Why the hell am I suddenly nervous? It's not the first time I asked for you's help with my make-up...please say yes you.```
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