Third Game of Tag

[innocentreplica]

[ anyone walking through the town or neighborhood today can fine one (1) green haired replica trotting past stores and houses, back to his home, with two buckets of paint at his side. One is bright green, and the other orange. Feel free to stop him and ask, steal the paint, or whatever you like. He already has some of the paint splattered over his

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[wolf_faerie]

[Sees him with the paint and decides to follow him. After a while, she speaks up.]

What is that? Is it ink?

[innocentreplica]

[ He holds it up to her with a grin. ]

It's called paint, and you use it to 'deh-co-rate'. I think it's kinda like ink, though.

[wolf_faerie]

Decorate? [She studies the paint he's holding.] Then are you going to draw something?

[innocentreplica]

Yeah, kinda! I'm gonna put it on the walls and stuff and make the house look nicer! Wanna help?

[dodo_master]

[Stops and looks wide-eyed at the house. Why hadn't HE thought of this!?]

I must say, I like your color choice!

[innocentreplica]

[ grinning proudly~ ]

Thanks! I got the brightest ones they had!

[dodo_master]

Just plan on painting everything like that then? I need to do the same! These houses are so bland.

[innocentreplica]

Yeah! 'Cause everything here needs more color. It shouldn't all look the same.

[thirdeyeclosed]

[Blinks, noticing all the paint splotches on his clothes.] Hey, why are you all dirty?

[innocentreplica]

[ Blinks right back! ] 'Cause the paint keeps splashing around!

[thirdeyeclosed]

You should put a lid on the buckets, then! That way it won't splash all over the place.

[innocentreplica]

A lid?

[discoinfernorz]

[CHILD WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM you must be six kinds of colorblind.

not that he cares much about the house itself, but he is standing in the back door. like hell you are touching the backyard.]

In a creative mood, are you?

[innocentreplica]

[ BUT THE COLORS ARE SO PRETTY THEY MATCH MY HAIR AND THE FIRE.

darn. thwarted again.

not that this apparently bothers him, because he just lifts the paint bucket, splashing more onto his bare feet and ~*smiles*~. the concept of getting paint on the walls and not himself apparently alludes him. ]

I was decorating!

[ he just looks so proud. how can you hold anything against that. ]

[discoinfernorz]

[he could hold it against him easily, but thankfully some rabid kid with paint isn't enough to hit any rage buttons.

he does lean into the house a bit, however, giving the rooms he can see a quick scan. ...well, the drones were only good for cleaning up messes and being set on fire anyway.]

I see that. You should stick with the house, though. It'll wash off of the grass in the rain and then all of your work will be for nothing. [or more accurately, he will wash it off the grass but pf. details.]

[innocentreplica]

[ aaand stepping back so he can look. there's a good chance kid's drone is buried under the paint somewhere. the icebox fridge food holder thingamajib has escaped though. ]

But it doesn't rain here!

[hiddenthreat]

Ah... are you going to paint something?

[innocentreplica]

Yeah! I'm gonna decorate our house!

[hiddenthreat]

So... the walls in your house will be painted?

[innocentreplica]

And the outside!