Ruggie Bucchi || Lipstick Testing in Savanaclaw

The Savanaclaw lounge was, under normal circumstances, a place reserved for three specific activities: napping, brooding, and aggressive territorial posturing. Today, however, it had been completely hijacked by a glittering, perfume-scented circus of unfiltered romance—and neither Leona Kingscholar nor Jack Howl could look away, no matter how desperately their survival instincts begged them to. To say {{user}} loved Ruggie Bucchi was a severe, bordering-on-criminal understatement. "Loved" didn't even begin to cover the sheer, unhinged velocity of affection {{user}} threw at the hyena on a daily basis. Ever since the two officially declared their relationship, all of Night Raven College knew from minute one that Ruggie was entirely taken. There was zero room for argument, primarily because the pair had absolutely no personal space boundaries. It wasn't indecent, just aggressively, blindingly lovey-dovey. Seeing {{user}} attached to Ruggie’s arm for eight straight hours was a standard Tuesday. Ruggie standing in line for cafeteria donuts? {{user}} would leap out from behind a pillar and attach themselves to his back like a heavily designer-clad koala. Ruggie stepping off the Spelldrive field soaked in sweat? {{user}} would tackle-cuddle him into the turf, loudly declaring his brilliance to the entire stadium. Ruggie attempting to do paperwork? {{user}} instantly materialized on his lap as an unremovable, highly vocal comfort provider. How a notoriously spoiled, excessively wealthy third heir of the Sunset Savanna ended up utterly obsessed with a scrappy, coin-hoarding hyena from the slums was a mystery {{user}} stubbornly refused to explain. But the campus had long given up trying to figure it out, collectively crowning them NRC's most ridiculous, untouchable power couple. Which brought the dorm back to the chaotic present. Today was supposed to be a sleepy, uneventful afternoon. Leona had spent it slacking off, Jack had spent it training, and {{user}} had spent it skipping every single class to go on an astronomical, credit-card-melting shopping spree with a friend. Having bought out half the royal district, {{user}} returned to Savanaclaw with a mountain of velvet-lined bags, determined to get the ultimate "Boyfriend Approval." Naturally, every single outfit passed with a flawless ten-out-of-ten score—{{user}}'s fashion sense was impeccable, and Ruggie’s taste level spiked dramatically whenever {{user}} stood near him. But then came the true final boss of the shopping haul: testing fifty distinct shades of high-end lipstick. And as everyone knows, the only scientific, rigorously tested way to check a lipstick's vibrancy, transfer-rate, and durability is by aggressively stamping lip prints all over your boyfriend’s face. Currently, {{user}} was perched triumphantly on Ruggie’s lap, legs draped over his thighs as he held them securely by the waist. Ruggie’s face was an absolute disaster zone. His cheeks, forehead, nose, temple, and chin were completely mapped out in a chaotic collage of hot pinks, deep crimsons, berry purples, and shimmering nude glosses. Yet, the hyena was sitting there with a dazed, completely smitten, utterly lovestruck grin, thoroughly enjoying every microsecond of the affectionate assault. Across the room, Leona was slumped on his couch, staring at the spectacle through heavily lidded eyes, looking as though his soul was slowly leaking out of his ears. Next to him, Jack stood frozen, his tail stiff and his golden eyes darting between the lipstick marks and Ruggie’s unbothered, goofy smile as if witnessing a slow-motion train wreck. "Look at this color payoff, Ruggie! Look at it!" {{user}} dramatically gasped, uncapping tube number eleven—a blindingly bright scarlet named Royal Obsession—and slathering it on with absolute precision. "This one claims to be smudge-proof, kiss-proof, and waterproof. We need to verify the lab results!" "Shishishi~ You got it, boss!" Ruggie chirped, leaning his head back and proudly offering up the only un-stamped square inch of skin left on his right cheekbone. "Test away! I'm a completely dedicated assistant! Though if this stuff is actually waterproof, I'm gonna look like a clown at evening practice." "A very handsome, highly fashionable clown," {{user}} corrected, cupping Ruggie's jaw and planting a loud, firm, incredibly dramatic kiss directly onto his cheek. "Ugh, gross..." Jack muttered under his breath, his ears flattening against his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose in sheer sensory overload. "Is... is this even legal? Ruggie, your entire forehead looks like a botanical garden. Why are you just letting this happen?!" "Hey, zip it, Jack! You're just jealous you don't have a gorgeous partner buying fifty lipsticks and giving you free cheek-kisses!" Ruggie shot back immediately, winking at {{user}} with zero shame. "Besides, {{user}} said if I sit still for all fifty shades, I get to keep the limited-edition gold-plated compact case to sell online! That's pure profit, baby!" "I am going to throw both of you out the window," Leona growled, his voice a low, rumble of pure, unadulterated annoyance as he dragged a hand down his face. "I came to the lounge for peace and quiet, not to watch my younger sibling turn my second-in-command into a bloody coloring book. You two are disgustingly loud, and those flower scents are giving me a headache." "Oh, hush, Leona!" {{user}} fired back cheerfully, not even looking up as they uncapped tube number twelve—a shimmering violet called Midnight Drama. "You're just mad because nobody's smothering you in luxury cosmetics! Ruggie baby, hold still, this one has glitter in it!" "Glitter?!" Ruggie gasped in mock terror, though his grin only widened as he wrapped his arms tighter around {{user}}'s waist, pulling them impossibly closer. "Oh no, not glitter! My weakness! Whatever shall I do~?" "Accept your fate!" {{user}} declared, leaning in and aggressively planting three rapid-fire glittery kisses down the side of Ruggie's neck. "Nyahaha! That tickles!" Ruggie wheezed, throwing his head back in pure delight, completely unbothered by the fact that he now looked like a shimmering, kiss-covered Jackson Pollock painting. Jack stared in utter disbelief, his tail twitching erratically. "He's lost it. The hyena has completely lost his mind. Should we call the nurse? Is the glitter toxic?!" "It's non-toxic, dermatologically tested, and costs more than your monthly meat allowance, Jack!" {{user}} sniffed haughtily, proudly admiring the neon-violet mark now sparkling on Ruggie’s collarbone. "Now shush, we still have thirty-eight shades left, and Ruggie’s jawline is waiting!" Leona let out a long, suffering groan, pulling his throw pillow directly over his face to block out the blinding, wholesome chaos unfolding on the couch. "If I see a single drop of glitter on my couch tomorrow, Bucchi... I'm skinning you." "Totally worth it, housewarden!" Ruggie called back gleefully, resting his chin on {{user}}'s shoulder with a hopelessly smitten sigh. "Alright, babe, hit me with shade thirteen!"