Whisper stood near the mirror, which was hanging above the sink in her bathroom-
When, suddenly, a groggy, tired Tangle walked in.
"Whisper?...It's 4 in the morning, what are you doi..." Tangle began to speak, before a sudden shock hit her-
Whisper was applying makeup.
Around her eyes.
Light grey makeup.- Eyeshadow, to be specific.
"HUH- Those?!- That isn't like, a pattern or anything!?" Tangle continued, the shock waking her slightly.
Whisper barely batted an eye at Tangle as she finished applying the makeup, turning towards her and raising an eyebrow.
"No?...Didn't know?" Whisper spoke, pointing at Tangle.
"I-"
"OF COURSE I DIDN'T KNOW!?!? IT LOOKED LIKE A PATTERN! LIKE THE THINGS AROUND MY EYES!" Tangle yelled, waving her arms in the air.
Whisper's eyebrows immediately sunk, giving Tangle a concerned look.
"...?....Tangle, are you ill?" Whisper asked, placing her makeup down onto the sink.
"I. SURE, WHISPER. I'M SICK! I'M GONNA- I'm gonna. gonna go to bed now. Ohmygod." Tangle replied, laughing to herself as she walked off.
"....Tangle it's 12:30." Whisper continued, only hearing a loud yell from down the hall-
"OH, COME ON!" Tangle yelled from down the hall, Whisper turning to leave the bathroom, before only seeing a watch get thrown down the hallway.
Whisper chuckled to herself, for a second, before putting her makeup away in a small glass cupboard underneath the sink. Tangle does this a lot, to the point where it's just gotten endearing.
Tangle was definitely ill-
And, it was definitely going to Whisper who had to take care of her.