He tilted his head and looked at the thing that Fluffy called gloss. He could see the bottle part clear enough, but where was the brush? The inside looked all swirly and pink; it couldn't be hiding in there, could it? And what was the point of having a brush when gloss was for your lips? Could you put it in your hair to make that shiny as well? Was that how the brush came into it? "You said there was a brush. Where is it?"
Dylan had learned that humans liked to be contradictory. Here he was, being told that rules were meant to be broken, but when did you ever see a human walking around without their clothes on or taking things from stores without handing over their paper and discs first? In truth, humans liked rules and disliked those who didn't stick to them. "Then why do you wear this?" he asked, his claws touching the hem of her dress. "If rules can be broken, you don't need clothes, do you?"
"Nickname," he echoed, trying the word out for himself. Odd how he'd met a human whose real name, like his own, was completely ignored in favour of the one that others now used. "My name is a nickname too. You don't know how to say my name. You can't speak my language." Dylan purred as the girl's lips brushed against his cheek and he smiled. "What does body glitter do, and how does it get onto your face?" Maybe it did something, or maybe it was just there to make humans look better by making them shiny.
Humans always carried useless things around with them, although for someone like Dylan it was rather fascinating to see what people liked to keep with them. Not that really got to look, of course; runnaging through bags was another rule that you couldn't break.
The box in Fluffy's hand contained something that looked like sand but sparkled like gold. Dylan's was transfixed by the mystery substance as Fluffy worked her fingers into the tub and daubed some of this 'glitter' on his face. When he touched his cheek the glitter stuck to his hand and he waved it in front of his face, watching the light catch the pieces, making them glisten. Dylan smiled to himself, then dipped his hand into the lake to see how the glitter sparkled underwater...only it didn't. He brought his hand back up and frowned. The glitter was gone.
"Why did it fall off?" Dylan asked, showing his palm to Fluffy. "It stuck to you..."