Last month was pretty rough on Yang. On both of them really. So a fun, relaxing sleepover is probably exactly what the doctor would order.
Yang's face still looks a little drawn from the extended lack of sleep and the bruises on her throat and left arm haven't completely faded yet, although thankfully they're all covered fairly well by the ridiculous burger-themed onesie she's been provided with. Hey, it's leagues better than the academy-issued PJs she'd had in Atlas.
Currently, she's sitting on her knees, trying very hard not to twitch or move as Blake gives her a makeover. Her usual make-up, when she wears any at all, has always been kinda low-key. But this is a sleepover and there's nobody she trusts more to give her a "glam up" than Blake.
That said, she just barely stops herself from chuckling as Blake brushes some blush onto her cheeks.
Gals being Pals at the Sleepover
Yang's face still looks a little drawn from the extended lack of sleep and the bruises on her throat and left arm haven't completely faded yet, although thankfully they're all covered fairly well by the ridiculous burger-themed onesie she's been provided with. Hey, it's leagues better than the academy-issued PJs she'd had in Atlas.
Currently, she's sitting on her knees, trying very hard not to twitch or move as Blake gives her a makeover. Her usual make-up, when she wears any at all, has always been kinda low-key. But this is a sleepover and there's nobody she trusts more to give her a "glam up" than Blake.
That said, she just barely stops herself from chuckling as Blake brushes some blush onto her cheeks.
"Sorry. ...Tickles."