At the other’s BLUNT reply, Riff literally cannot stifle the CHUCKLE that bursts forth from his lips. It was in that very moment that Riff probably had the MOST respect for Frank. What an intelligent answer, what a smart choice! Really, Riff was the least trustworthy person on this godforsaken planet. In a tone that was as AMUSED as the other’s was FLAT, Riff replies, “Fair enough.” Maybe now Frank’s feelings wouldn’t be too hurt when Riff inevitably would slit his pretty throat, right??? Because it was mornings when Riff was already working harder than he WANTED that that seemed like the most logical solution.
“I know.” He assures him, and hastily adds: “No. It’s drying.” He’s capping the mascara wand and reaching down for the others favorite shade of LIPSTICK. “– You can open now. There is only one one part left.” The part that he was ALREADY ready to get over with. He had been close enough to the others LIPS for one day, he’d decided.
frank’s GIGGLING, too, despite how very hard he tries to keep a particularly unbothered expression. ‘ it isn’t so FUNNY, ’ the doctor insists, voice choppy with suppressed laughter. ‘ – i’m nearly frightened to open my eyes ! oh, stars, i’ll bet you’ve made such a MESS of my face ! ’ & he knows how biting he must sound ; what does riff raff know of making one’s face ? frank shifts once more, his legs becoming numb. uncrosses them, OPENS his eyes at last.
‘ wonderful, ’ he says, strangely COY. the scientist spots the lipstick in riff raff’s grasp, a deep shade of BLOOD RED ; devil togue runs across soon to be painted lips, the very same lips that are pressed QUICKLY & THOUGHTLESSLY against the handyman’s. the meaningless contact is followed by the doctor’s deep, sinful snickering, echoing darkly in the back of his throat. ‘ –NOW. make them red, by whatever means you choose. ’
