"I don't remember that conversation." Julien commented with a teasing smile, his lips shaded in pastel colours already even as the little tongue that peeked out to lick at the ice cream had already gone fizzy, glittering shades of rainbow.
Harmony noticed like a cat with something shiny, or small, or fast, or fluffy, or vaguely mobile, or not. He laughed, his mask of a laugh, and pointed like a three year old. "Dude, your mouth looks gay!" he chirped with glee.