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closed 🌠⚡ only you can be my light
Who: Eustace & Tifa Lockhart.
Status: Closed.
Where: Eltrut.
What: Eustace and Tifa paint the town ROYGBIV.
Warnings: idk more fluff??
Status: Closed.
Where: Eltrut.
What: Eustace and Tifa paint the town ROYGBIV.
Warnings: idk more fluff??
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Onto more paint.]
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...
....
And when she looks down at him, her eyes are wide at first...
Before she just bursts into a fit of laughter.]
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I'm blaming you.
[And he's just smirking as he wipes his hand on her face in what hasn't been covered yet.]
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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?
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Yeah, and it will be a harsh one.
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Oh? Should I be scared?
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[A wolfish smirk, the gleam in his eyes telling. But knowing him, it could go either way.]
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And if I'm both?
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[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.
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[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!
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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.]
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[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!!!]
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Until there is the sound of the door opening and someone VERY LOUDLY clearing their throat.]
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Tifa looks up at them with a sheepish smile.]
... Sorry. We were just, um...
[She doesn't even know.]
Taking a break?
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Even Eustace feels a bit embarrassed to be caught like this, so he'll clear his throat and pull back to help Tifa up.]
We'll clean up the mess... But we might need some more point.
[The shopkeeper sighs again, though there is some amusement there before they head inside to bring them some supplies and paints. That they HOPEFULLY will use on the wall—
With the shopkeeper gone he looks at Tifa... And can't help but laugh.]
Looks like we got carried away...
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[She stares up at him, her breaths quick and her cheeks rosy with laughter under all that colour, and as the shopkeeper heads back inside, she leans up to kiss him.]
I think this is pretty tame compared to all the other times.
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[A wry grin as he returns that kiss, and he'll reach over to one of the few clean towels to try and wipe her face.]
What's the worst?
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The worst... probably those Turkish delights. Or the gift boxes. At least here, we aren't stuck in anything.
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I don't think the gift box counts since it basically trapped us. But the Turkish Delights are definitely up there.
[Well!! He can at least try and get some of it off until the shopkeeper comes back with better cleaning supplies, hopefully including a bucket of water. Or two.]
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[She tilts her head up at him, smiling, not looking like she's very inclined to sit up yet.]
Why, what would you say was the worst?
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Besides the Turkish Delights and this? Maybe... The vines.
[A different kind of mess.]
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[It's her turn to now take that towel from him and dab him on the nose.]
Weren't there two incidents?
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Maybe, but stuff like that keeps us on our toes. I've been feeling myself getting a little rusty.
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[A wry grin because that sounds more like something he'd expect to hear from Beatrix of Zeta from his world.
But he'll just wipe over her eyes, smearing the purple paint there like some kind of eyeliner before he pulls back to sit up.]
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