Hiei-and-shino

Painted Skin: He smiles at you, as you enter the office; Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain. His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately And you quickly suppress a cough. "Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved." His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance; Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews. His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on And you're really getting quite tired. "Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!" You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room. The expectation is to see it bedecked wit