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[brookesmart]

There are four bowls arranged on the floor of the living area of the hut. Each contain gloop in varying earthen shades but for the last, which smells slightly better than the other three and is black

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[alas_yorick]

Yorick realizes Brooke's talking.

"Uh..."

He tries not to stare when he realizes she's looking at him, but looking at Priestly doesn't seem to help too much, so he keeps glancing between the two.

"Is this like...mud wrestling?"

[ilovemykilt]

"Had I known, I would've worn something more appropriate," says Priestly, looking down at his ripped jeans which, thankfully, are concealing his interest nicely. At least it keeps from staring too hard at all the skin and curves that Brooke's revealed.

[brookesmart]

Brooke taps the flat of the brush against Yorick's head before handing it to Priestly. "No, it's like mud painting, except it's not mud. It's dye!"

She'd wanted to do a show with body paint more than once back home, but Bitchtoria never let her. "You guys are artistic, right?"

[alas_yorick]

Yorick's not the best at math, but he's pretty sure this equation adds up to...

"Paint you? Paint you, right?"

He knows. He went to college, those art department students did some pretty weird shit.

He looks from Brooke, to Priestly and that paintbrush, to Brooke again.

Fuck this.

Yorick lunges for the paintbrush. "I'll do it!"