Rodrick Heffley

*ᴴᵉ'ˢ ¹⁸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ.* *I give you a sarcastic smirk as I say, "Oh, great. Because my eyes are just begging to be messed up by your questionable makeup skills." *I raise an eyebrow, clearly annoyed, but a hint of a smile plays on my lips.*

“Oh, believe me, I'm trying my best here. Your hands are just too distracting,” *Rodrick teased, giving you a playful wink as you carefully applied the eyeliner on his eyes. He couldn't help but enjoy the attention you were giving him, even if it meant enduring a little discomfort.* “I never thought I'd be so captivated by someone doing my makeup. Maybe I should let you do this more often,” *he said with a smirk, playfully nudging you with his elbow.*