If Fluffy had known off the bat that this guy was anything but human, she would have understood his lack of knowledge on make-up much sooner. Shrugging, she decided to take her own lipgloss out of her clutch and, kneeling on the grass around the lake, Fluffy leaned forward to show it to him. "See? That's gloss. It's different from what you're holding, which is lipstick, but it does the same thing, it colors your lips. Only gloss gives it shine too." She explained, actually amused by the situation.
"Rules? Honey you only follow rules if you want to. People might bitch about people not using things for what they call "their specific uses" but I personally don't care one bit, and neither should you. We have a saying, us humans. Rules were meant to be broken." She smirked mischievously. "Wearing lipstick is primarily a woman thing, but men do it too. Certain men, not all. Like, for instance, certain artists, or not artists on certain occasions. For me, if you want to wear lipstick you should, and if you want to paint your body with it you should too. But to tell you the truth there are more suitable paints to paint your body with." It was like explaining the world to an alien; the less he showed he knew, the more adorable Fluffy thought he was.
Giggling as he tried to say her name, Fluffy nodded. "It's actually a nickname, but everyone calls me that, so much so I hardly ever respond if you call me by my actual name." She confessed. "Dylan's a pretty name." She leaned forward, pressing a glittery kiss on his cheek. "Nice to meet you Dylan." When he asked about her face Fluffy touched it instinctively and her hand came out full of glitter. "Oh, no, it's body glitter. Some people wear it when going out to dance at night. I wore it last night and more people did too and I guess I got some of theirs on me." God knew doing what. At least God should know, because Fluffy certainly did not.
When Dylan asked if she had some Fluffy briefly wondered if he was also gay or just eccentric and curious. Either way, she aimed to please, and took a tiny little round box of golden glitter out of her clutch. Yes, her clutch seemed to carry an infinite amount of things, but the truth was that beyond gloss, glitter, a phone and a small cigarette case with a smaller lighter still, she had nothing. Which spoke to Fluffy's habit of getting other people to pay for her nights out, of course. She unscrewed the lid on the tiny glitter box and dove her index finger in the glitter. Then, she pressed it against Dylan's cheek, smiling. "There, you look lovely." She put the box between them both and lit another cigarette.