Maybe Its Neighbelline

[Cyril Kingsley]

"Flawless skin is so old news." Cyril said in a way like he was the voice on a commercial, his British accent slipping out as always since he was going to forever have it being born and raised in the UK. He currently was outside the stables and over by his truck with the radio playing. The horses were already starting to head towards the gates since it was close to the time when Cyril would do the last feeding of the day. He however was busy fixing the inside of his truck. Having an issue with the brake pedal; a huge problem, and the air condition. He was pleased with himself that he was such a hand guy as he worked on fixing everything up. The radio was now playing a Maybelline Commercial that had played several times now that he pretty much had it stuck in his head. After the song on the radio went off, the commercial was back again and Cyril could not help but to repeat it.

This time however he was starting to put his own spin on it. "One hundred percent purrrfection has arrived." Cyril said as he finished the last of what needed to be fixed with his truck. Already working on putting away his tools back into his toolbox and setting it outside of the truck. "New Dream Liquid Horse Foundation from Neighbelline New York." Cyril said and snickered, even more pleased with himself for having already made a small horse pun in there with now several horse ones. "Blahh blah blah, maybe its Neighbelline." Cyril said in the same sing song way the end of the commercial was said as he got out of his truck and slammed the door shut behind him. Moving to jog to the gates to take care of the horses but instead was yanked back by his shirt and ended up falling to the ground with his shirt lifted up halfway up his body. His shirt had gotten caught by the truck door and his fall and sort of got him tangled up in his own shirt that was now half on and half off.

"Well this is an interesting turn of invents." Cyril said out loud to himself as she squirmed around on the ground as he books tried to get traction with the ground so he could try and work on getting himself out of this shirt death trap. The truck being locked already and the keys having been snagged by his cat without him knowing of it yet.

[Ashlynn Brody]

Ash had plans to head down to the stables. Half because she was going to visit Cyril, half because she really wanted to sketch the horses. She’d gotten some new coloured pencils, the good kind. She’d worn something a little more conservative even for her. She probably should have opted for black lace gloves instead of white, she knew they wouldn’t stay that colour for too long, especially not with all the new colours she had. When she arrived she peaked her head into the stables, and there was no sign of Cyril. ”Huh” she said out loud to herself as she walked in further, still no sight of him. She made a face before turning back. Where else could he be? Maybe by his truck? Ash turned and began heading that way. What she found when she arrived at the truck made her giggle. Cyril, struggling and hanging from the truck, trapped and tangled in his own shirt.

”Hey Cyril, you okay?” she asked crouching down so she could put down her sketchbook and art supplies. How he had managed to get himself so mixed up in his own clothing Ash couldn’t guess ”Need some help?” She asked walking closer towards him, trying to at least get it so he wasn’t going to choke on his own shirt. It was either going to have to come off or she was going to have to find his keys, or she would have to break into his car. She hoped for the first option rather than the last. That way nothing would be damaged and she could at least admire the view. ”How did this even happen?” she asked trying not to laugh. The sight itself was rather hilarious, although she’d much rather laugh about it once Cyril was detached from his car and laughing about it with her.

[Cyril Kingsley]

The giggle made Cyril go still at first, only to make him start to squirm some more in order to try and get out but just made things worse. He didn't know who the giggle belong to since he could not see them but he knew he felt like a total goofball. How many people got caught by their truck door and end up on the ground tangled in their own shirt? It had to be something that was rare and thus he was slightly embarrassed and just thankful that he had a nice body. At hearing the voice he recognized who it was and felt at least a little less embarrassed or maybe more. He was not sure at the moment since his main concern was trying to get out of his shirt death trap before it did in fact become an actual death trap. "Hey Ashlynn, I certainly hope this is not what you were in the mood to draw today." Cyril said with a small snicker as she did some more squirming before going still and letting out a sigh.

He managed to nod his head, still not able to see Ash because of how his shirt was, but knew she was not too far away because of the sound of her voice. "Help would be most wonderful." Cyril said with his British accent sounding less the cipher as it normally did. He at least turned himself around, causing his jeans to start to slip down and reveal a little bit of his black boxer. So long as he did not end up full nude he didn't really care and could not pull his pants up either way because his hands were all caught up. "If you could just like lift it up and off somehow…" Cyril said as he tried to tug, going still when he heard the sound of something tearing. He just hopped he did not just rip one of the shirt he liked a lot. He started to chuckle a little when Ash asked him how he had gotten himself into this situation.

"The makeup gods did not like me making fun of their commercial and saying, maybe it's Neighbelline. So they made my car door catch me, toss me to the ground, and wrap my shirt up around my arms and head." Cyril said with a bit of exaggeration towards the end, but these were the makeup gods after all, there was room for exaggeration. He stayed still as best as he could so Ash could help him out but he was a little ticklish so depending on where she touched him would cause him to snicker a little and move slightly.

[Ashlynn Brody]

This sight of Cyril made Ash cover her mouth with one hand to try and stop the torrent of laughter that threatened her. Sure working at a school full of kids with superpowers you were bound to see some interesting stuff, but this… this was just hilarious. She didn’t want to laugh, she felt horrible about it, she really did not want to giggle at the suffering of another person. But, it was just so funny. ”I planned on drawing the horses, but this might be more fun” she teased.

She looked at him trying to figure out how to get him untangled. Maybe start with the base of the shirt? She gingerly began to lift the shirt off from his skin. His pants were already starting to droop, and as attractive as Cyril was she really wasn’t the one who wanted to see him stark naked. Lord if his boxers began to slip too it would be quite an embarrassing situation! More so than it already was anyway. She lifted the shirt up, until it was almost off his head ”God I hope I’m not choking you” she said, some worry leaking into her voice. She was sure he’d flail or something if she was.

”I imagine the makeup gods don’t take too lightly to being mocked” she said with a mock scolding to her tone ”As a man you might not know it, but us women are very sensitive to the makeup gods,” she could feel the giggling as it came through, she almost couldn’t finish what she wanted to say, ”I suggest you buy me some new lipstick to make up for you transgression” and with that she batted her eyelashes quite innocently. She was only teasing of course. She did however realize she still needed to get Cyril out of his shirt, and with a final tug, she hoped she’d gotten him free.

[Cyril Kingsley]

“Oh you are just laughing it up inside you head I bet. I would do the same if I was in your position love, so no need to hold yourself back.” Cyril admitted as he gave a soft chuckle, knowing he would be practically spilling his guts if he saw someone else in this situation. Probably take a few pictures to always have a photo that he could get a good chuckle out of. Or even just because someone had a nice bod, but since it was his bod and he was not really the vain type, he probably would have just taken the photo for the sake of being able to laugh at it. It was a funny sight, but less fun to be in so he honestly just wanted out. He could not help but to move a little when Ash got closer to him, part of him worried that she knew that he was ticklish and was going to try and take advantage of the situation. He had been pretty much scared in his high school years over in the UK with being trapped and then tickled. He snickered and moved a little when he felt her hands touch his skin a little when she started to lift his shirt up to help him get out.

“Stripping me bod and you have not even bought me a drink today.” Cyril teased with another chuckle that was more from the fact that she touched a place where he was ticklish again and he could not help it. It would have been better if she was being rough because then it would not have cause him to have to deal with his whole ticklish issues that decided to spring up out of the blue only when he was trapped. His body was weird like that. He managed to shake his head no at her words about worrying if she was chocking him or not. Part of him wanting to be a jerk and pretend that she was in fact chocking him but felt like that would be too big of a jerk move to do when she was helping him out. He rolled his blue eyes; even if she could not see them at the moment, about comments about the cruel evil makeup gods that had made him end up in this situation in the first place. Cyril let out a gasp at Ashes words.

“They are real? Why have you never informed me of this? I have scorned the makeup gods so many times.” Cyril said in shock, but of course he was teasing for the most part. He had in fact pissed off the makeup gods before with in general his lack of respect for makeup and mostly his lack of skill when applying it to those he would be pulling a prank on. He snickered at her suggestion and even if she was teasing, he would probably buy her some just because she was paying along with his whole makeup gods thing, helping him out, and because that was pretty creative of her to say. “Just tell me what kind, where it is at, and how to get there and I will most certainly buy you some lipstick.” Cyril responded back, knowing most of all he would need help finding it because he pretty much always got lost around here still getting used to being in the states. He was then free after Ash gave his shirt on last tug. Cyril arms going up in the air like he made a soccer goal.

“Woo!” Cyril let out a chair and then moved to give Ash a hug, not even caring that he was shirtless, because he was free. That and because he often worked shirtless down at the stables anyways. “Oh man, thank you so much love.” Cyril said after letting her go and got to his feet, dusting himself off and then squinting at his cat that had the truck keys in her mouth and had now appeared close to where he and Ash were setting. Sphinx let out a meow, dropping the keys, and scampering over towards Ash as the Bombay cat began to rub up against the women. “Evil cat.” Cyril muttered at he moved over to pick up the keys so he could unlock the truck and free his shirt.