"He insulted me," he snickers despite his best attempts to keep quiet, knowing he's continuing to make this worse. "He - my makeup! He doesn't like it."

Hilarious, but really not. It's one of the things that reliably gives him some amount of joy through self-expression. Otherwise he'd go without, seeing how clearly it isn't popular on Earth the way it is at home, and assimilation has always been a goal of his. But here there's no need to, so he thought he'd been safe to do something small like that for his own enjoyment.

Which is why he's got lipstick and eyeshadow and all of it on again still. Fuck you, Sora.