escordvi | closed 🌠⚡ only you can be my light

[This time, he actually gets a little shriek out of her and she dashes back a step, turning her body to shield herself from the paint splatter that never comes. And as he gets back to painting, she stomps her foot in playful indignance.]

You're doing that on purpose!

[Got some of that purple blue for the top part of the GC...]

Doing what?

[Innocent~]

Waving your brush at me like you're going to attack me again...!

What? Like this?

[And going to tease her by waving said brush at her, the paint just falling short of her.]

Yes, like that!

[And she is going to retaliate by flicking some paint at him, moving closer as she does and then hopping back.]

How am I supposed to get close without worrying you're gonna splash me?

[He just laughs, closing one eye as the paint splatters on him.]

That's only because you asked for it.

[Though he's going to do it again, a more deliberately flick of his brush to have the paint fly towards her.]

I didn't ask for anything. I only asked if you needed help with your half of the wall.

[And then proceeded to dab some paint on him, but that's neither here nor there! But she shrieks and giggles again when he flicks that paint at her and this time, she does approach him again, making sure to get an extra good spray of paint on him, getting the sandy brown colour all across his side, and even in his hair before she goes back to casually brushing strokes along the wall.]

Careful, or I might just paint on you for that. You're a nice enough canvas.

[He'll have turn when she does her counterattack, and he just laughs as he looks at her.]

Yeah?

[And then reach out with that purple to boldly streak across her cheek and neck.]

So are you.

[Well.

That's that.

Any compromise that she was willing to offer is all but gone the moment he streaks that purple over her face and neck, and she squeals with shock and maybe even delight when he does.]

You'll pay for that one...! You ruined my hair!

[And she lunges at him, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to trap him while the other tries to smear paint across his neck and cheek in return, practically hanging off him as she does—]

[He staggers a bit, a bit surprised she actually jumped him like that, but there's also laughter as he tries to move his head away.]

You did it first!

[And with an arm around her waist, he spins her around as he tries to paint her back, the brush reaching for wherever it can.]

[She squirms in an effort to get away from him, but it's a weak effort at best, as she kicks a foot and flails an arm and shrieks when he gets her with the paint... which only makes matters worse for her when it gets all over her arm, her side, her shoulder, neck, and other side of her face.]

Only a little bit! Now let go!

[He's actually about to—or at least considering—when he accidentally steps back into one of the paint trays which is going to make them trip and fall back!!

Onto more paint.]

[Her cry of surprise echoes out across the street, and there are probably people who turn to look, but she doesn't notice as they go falling backwards onto the ground, landing with a mighty SPLAT in the paint that she had laid out for them earlier. She feels some of it splash onto her face, but Eustace takes the brunt of it with him beneath her, but there are speckles of colour all across her cheeks and nose and hair as she lifts her face.

...

....

And when she looks down at him, her eyes are wide at first...

Before she just bursts into a fit of laughter.]

[He certainly doesn't look much better—perhaps worse, even if it's mostly his back. His hair is a mess of color, his face has gotten more on his cheeks and chin, and he just stares up at her in bewilderment before he laughs.]

I'm blaming you.

[And he's just smirking as he wipes his hand on her face in what hasn't been covered yet.]

[She is going to need a moment to overcome her giggles, but it just feels so freeing to be able to laugh like this, feeling like there is no other care in the world in this moment except how they are going to get the paint off themselves. She feels lighter already, regardless of the way they are covered in colour and lying in a puddle of it beneath them.]

Oh no...!

[She gives a dramatic gasp before she leans down and presses her colourful cheek to his.]

Does that mean I'll be punished for my crimes?

[One eye closes when her cheek presses against his, but he just laughs against her ear as his face turns slightly for his lips to catch hers.... Which may not be the best idea with all the paint on them but whatever!!]

Yeah, and it will be a harsh one.

[Definitely not the best idea, but she will accept it anyway, and return it in full, her arm wrapping around him as they lie in the paint and not minding at all that they are only spreading it across each other's faces.]

Oh? Should I be scared?

Scared? Maybe... Or look forward to it.

[A wolfish smirk, the gleam in his eyes telling. But knowing him, it could go either way.]

[She reaches over behind his head to take a dab of blue paint on her finger, and she swipes it all the way down his nose.]

And if I'm both?

Then you won't be disappointed.

[He's going to return the favor and smear some green on her cheeks and forehead before laughing a bit.]

But we are a mess.

Well, we did fall into a pile of paint.

[She leans down over him and smushes their faces together, mixing the blue and the green on their cheeks until it's almost yellow.]

No thanks to you!

[He just laughs and closes his eyes as he lets her.]

You're the one who charged at me.

[And now his hand snake up her sides, smearing more paint before he starts to tickle her.]

Eustace—!

[She feels his hands sliding up her sides but she is expecting something very different from what he ends up doing, so there's a surprised shriek when he does. She kicks and flails, which does next to nothing with the way that they are holding each other, and so she flips them over instead...

Though she has a feeling that now that she's the one beneath him, this won't end well for her.

That still won't stop her from trying to reach around to tickle him back anyway!!!]

[Not really no, and while he laughs and flinches when she manages to hit the rare spots, he's still not as sensitive and will continue his assault, the paint getting everywhere now...!

Until there is the sound of the door opening and someone VERY LOUDLY clearing their throat.]

[Her screams of laughter immediately die away when she hears the sound of someone at the door, and she turns to find one of the shopkeepers staring at them with their arms crossed, and while they don't look angry about it, they do appear more exasperated.

Tifa looks up at them with a sheepish smile.]

... Sorry. We were just, um...

[She doesn't even know.]

Taking a break?

closed 🌠⚡ only you can be my light

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)