closed 🌠⚡ only you can be my light

[starshower]

Who: Eustace & Tifa Lockhart.
Status: Closed.
Where: Eltrut.
What: Eustace and Tifa paint the town ROYGBIV.
Warnings: idk more fluff??

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[flamekthunder]

You think so?

[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?

[starshower]

[Is he really going to try cleaning them off like this? Wel, she'll turn her cheek so that he has better access to her face, but it's going to be difficult getting some of it off that's already dried up.]

The worst... probably those Turkish delights. Or the gift boxes. At least here, we aren't stuck in anything.

[flamekthunder]

[There's a rough laugh at that.]

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.]

[starshower]

Hmm, it was still pretty bad.

[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?

[flamekthunder]

[Hmmm...]

Besides the Turkish Delights and this? Maybe... The vines.

[A different kind of mess.]

[starshower]

Ahh, but which vines?

[It's her turn to now take that towel from him and dab him on the nose.]

Weren't there two incidents?

[flamekthunder]

They were both bad, but the first one was more dangerous.

[starshower]

[She taps his nose with the towel, still smiling.]

Maybe, but stuff like that keeps us on our toes. I've been feeling myself getting a little rusty.

[flamekthunder]

I don't think we need that kind of practice to keep up.

[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.]

[starshower]

[She's kidding! But she'll sit up with him after a moment of lying there, staring up at the bright skies above with a content look on her face.]

Really? You don't think things have started to get too comfortable around here?

[Barring everything...else...]

[flamekthunder]

[There's an arch of the brow.]

Is it bad to be comfortable?

[starshower]

[She giggles into her hand before she leans forward and taps him on the nose.]

No, of course not. Maybe we just need to do a little bit of sparring to stay in shape. Not fighting in the paint.

[flamekthunder]

[—Aaah. He nods a little at that.]

Now that you mention it, I don't think we've ever sparred against each other, have we?

[starshower]

No...

[She pushes herself up to her feet, paint dripping down her back and sending a ripple of cold shivers through her. Ah, that's wet and kind of slippery!]

But I guess that's something we should try doing sometime, huh?

[flamekthunder]

[He'll help her up and smile a little amused.]

Without the paint.

[Which is also a yes, yes they should. Though... Well.]

Maybe we should find a place to wash up instead... Though getting a change of clothes would be difficult. Can you continue like this?

[starshower]

[Her hands fall to her hips as she stands with his help.]

What, did you think a little paint was going to stop me? If anything, I think you need more.

[flamekthunder]

I don't want you catching a cold.

[Or any other health hazards. But mostly the cold part.]

[starshower]

From a little paint?

[As if to make a point, she reaches down, takes a dab of paint from the messy pile that they've made, and smears it across the cheek that he'd just wiped clean.]

You worry too much.

[But it's cute and sweet and endearing and she loves him—]

Besides, you can just keep me warm if I start feeling worse.

[flamekthunder]

[She's the one who shivered!!

And there's something of a wry look and a shake of his head as he watches her just smear that paint right over where he just cleaned. All that work for nothing!!]

If you're fine with it.

[But it's true he could just warm her up himself... Or be mean and have her use her own fire to do it—no he would take the opportunity.

For now, however, he looks back at the wall.]

At least we kept most of the paint on us.

[Some of it did splatter on the wall, but they're small dots and blobs, colors that don't ruin it and might even make it better. And it won't be much longer before the shopkeeper returns with more paint and towels.]

[starshower]

[Well, at least they're supplying them with stuff both to paint and clean up, but Tifa gives them a grateful smile and a thank you when they bring the paint back out for them... and shoves two neatly folded towels into her hands before heading back inside.

Her gaze follows his to the wall.]

Honestly? I think the paint that did get on the wall makes it better.

[flamekthunder]

You think so, too?

[A light grin.]

We should try and finish it then.

[starshower]

Yeah, we probably should.

[She steps closer, lifting the towels between them with an amused gleam in her eyes.]

Don't wanna upset the shopkeeps, but I think we're off to a good start.

[flamekthunder]

[He'll take one of the towels, but he does wonder if they should even bother right now with them. He has a strong suspicion they will just get paint all over themselves again...]

I think so, too. Think you can finish without making more of a mess?

[starshower]

I'll try to resist.

[Yeah, probably for the best that they leave them for later. She also has a feeling that they'll end up with more paint on them than what they started with—]

But you make it so difficult.

[So she'll set her towel aside for now and step over to the paints to refill what they'd lost.]

[flamekthunder]

What, blaming it on me?

[He starts to help arrange the paints again as he chuckles.]

You started it.