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I rubbed my eyes, “what time is it?”

“Time is irrelevant buuut it’s 9:30 am.”

“Oh wow,” Dagon said “I Didn’t think you could stay up that long.”

“Don’t underestimate my abilities Monsieur,” I said jokingly.

“Is that French?”

“Yeah, I’ve taken French since 6th grade, I suck though.”

“I’m sure you can speak more than me.”

“Tu ne parles pas français?”

“Huh?”

“You don’t speak French.”

“Oh, yeah that’s very true!”

“Tu aimes il?” Satan butted in.  Now, if you don’t speak French it is important to note that the exact translation of that sentence is 'you like him?'  Which made my face turn red.

“No! I d-definitely do-”

“On francais?”

“Non non je n’aime pas il.”

“Sure you don’t. Dagon makemake ʻoe iā ia?”

“‘Ae,” Dagon said after thinking for a moment like he was contemplating if he should tell Satan the honest answer.  I was very confused.  I recognized that as Hawaiian but who speaks Hawaiian anymore? And what was he being asked?

 It must have been obvious that I was confused because Satan then said, “I was asking him if he likes pineapple.”  I'm pretty sure that it was a lie but I didn't really care enough to press further.

“Anyway, what do you want?”

“Lenore asked to see you guys,” and at that it was gone leaving nothing but a confused looking Lenore.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Hey so uh Kit I have something to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“So um I know that uh you were born a girl right I’m not looking to be mean about that it’s just important to know before I actually ask my question”

“Yeah . . . I was.” 

“So um did you ever learn how to do makeup?”

“Yeah I know how to do some makeup.”

“Do you think you could teach me?  My parents saw me playing dress up once and refused to teach me how to use makeup because uh,” she got really quiet and mumbled something that I couldn’t make out.

“What? I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

“Cause I was uh born a boy.”

“Oh Lenore of course I’ll teach you!  You know what?  Anyone who wants to learn makeup can just ask me and I’ll teach them!” I said, “‘Cause some people suck and won’t let their kids have makeup.”

“Could you teach me too?” Dagon asked

“OBVIOUSLY I don’t give a shit what you identify as everyone should have the choice to wear makeup!”

“Wait, do we even have makeup?” Dagon speculated.

“Uh no,” I shook my head.

Satan appeared, they seemed very fidgety today cause it started teleporting back and forth they appeared on one side of me and said, “You can go get some.”  Then teleported behind Dagon.  “From the mortal world I mean.”

“Uh we don’t have money,” Lenore commented.

Statan jumped around again.  “You could steal it, you’re devils, they can’t see you!”

“Hm, that is true,” I said.  Satan then once again disappeared

“Wait, how are we gonna get there?”

“I have an idea,” I said walking around Lenore and Dagon.  “So I have been learning more about the abilities that my tarot cards have and I believe that one of them has the power of teleportation.”

“Wait so then you could take us to steal fancy makeup!” Lenore said.

“Hypothetically speaking, yes, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“BUT WE COULD!!!” Lenore bursts out her eyes widened with excitement.  “I’ve always wanted to steal stuff!”  She was so excited that she was actually jumping with joy.  It was nice to see her that excited.  Lenore looks to be about 7 or 8 but acts like she’s the same age as me and Dagon. Part of me wonders why she died at that age and what she had to endure to have to act almost twice her age, but I didn't ask because something tells me she would just lie.

“Anyway, let’s just go.” I grabbed a card out of my deck and thought for a moment, took a deep breath and flicked it at the wall and then a set of automatic doors appeared. They looked like doors to a store.   “It worked YES! I think it worked!” When I went to walk through the doors it took me to a store specifically the makeup section of said store.  

“OKAY!” I clapped my hands pointing my pointer fingers at Lenore and Dagon.  “We need to find you some foundation.  Dagon, first I'm going to find one that matches Lenore's skin tone. Can you go grab eyeshadow that you would like?” He nodded then ran off.  I grabbed Lenore's shoulder and started comparing makeup to her skin tone a few seconds later I found it.  Dagon came running back over with 6 different eyeshadow palettes.

“I found some!” He handed me each one individually so I could look at them, as he was handing them to me I could imagine him with some of the different colors and in some of them he looked REALLY cute and it made me want to kiss- NO he’s your best friend you can’t like him like that he doesn’t like you he just sees you as a friend my head told me.  It sounded like the voice that used to want me to hurt myself except more sincere, less like it wanted something, and more like it actually cared.

“Kit? Kit!” Dagon called.

“Huh? What?” 

“You seem upset, are you ok?”

“Uh um yeah I’m fine,” I tried to smile but then I felt Lenore tap my arm.

“Kit, why is your face red?” She whispered in my ear.  She gasped “IS IT CAUSE YOU LIKE DAGON!?!” She whispered-yelled.

“No . . .” 

She must’ve known I was lying because then she said at a normal volume, “Then why is your face even more red?”

“I- I uh it just is”

“So? what do you think?” Dagon asked. 

“I think you would look good with all of these!”

“Cool!”

“Okay Lenore just wait here until -“

“Nope Ima look for lipstick!”

“Um ok it’s just over there,” I said as I pointed to the edge of the isle.  “Dagon, keep an eye on her” I whispered to him as I started to look at fountain shades for him.

“Kit have you uh have you ever been in a relationship?” Dagon asked.  I kinda zoned out for a minute. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he quickly added.  

“No no it’s fine I just was told by that person not to tell anyone,” I said

“Oh well I won't tell anyone besides I’m sure they’re still alive . . . “

Like bexley hurt you the voice finally finished.

“He uh he is already dead.”

“Oh - OH please don’t tell me it was him!”

“Bexley?” I asked. “Yeah it- it was him.”

“UGH NOW I WANNA KILL HIM EVEN MORE!!!!” Just as Dagon said that a woman walked up to us, she had brown curly hair and tan skin.  She was wearing a pair of extremely ripped jeans with fishnets underneath.  She had white demonas and was wearing a Gorillaz band tee.  She wore a navy blue headscarf and had very simple black circle sunglasses.  She had a very gothic look to her makeup. She had a large bag that looked filled with herbs, crystals and spell jars.  

“Um hi!” She said.

“Hello!” Dagon waved.

“Do I know you?” I asked her.

“No but I know you,” she said, which definitely didn’t seem stalkerish. “I’m sorry that sounded weird but you’re Kit you died last week”