Technical Difficulties PV Mari Haynes

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Quinn allowed her to take the brush from his hand, giving it to her so she wouldn't have to strain. "Alright go to the counter and take the foundation. Itll be the small cylinder with liquid in it that looks a similar color to my skin. Open it and put a bit on the back of your hand. Then take the brush and load it with the stuff." He proceeded to show her the motions, "Then basically like a uh...one of those weird machines they use for the floors. apply it in a circular motion all over my face. You want to try an keep it even. Did ya follow all of that?"

It was a mouthful and he barely understood it himself but he tried to explain it to the best of his abilities for her. After he did that he then finally answered her second question. It was touchy and he hated himself for being so weak like he was despite his size. He was angry with her he did want to hurt her, to make her feel the pain he felt almost everyday. There was no reason to it. It was simple, childish rage in its purist form. There was no reason or why to it. In fact he almost did as his face for a long moment contorted into rage as he clenched his fists.

But then he a feeling. A very heavy feeling like chains restraining him overcame him and he started to regain his composure albeit slowly. "...to hide. People can't hurt or attack what they can't see..."

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