MURAL MADNESS, MUTHAFREAKAHZ.

[lightningcute]

Who: Anyone who wants to get in on some hot n' steamy painting action.
What: Village-wide art therapy.
When: Forward-dated to 11/25, and runs until 11/27.
Where: Between the Welcome Center and Azzip.
Summary: Paint with all the colors of the wind! Or at least with whatever colors Pao-lin managed to procure.
Rating: M for MURAL

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Friday!

[mistyarc]

[At first, Hubert drops by in the morning and sees Pao-lin, but decides to leave her for the time being and heads off, seeing as how he has nothing to contribute to the mural. He returns within a couple of hours, when the colors are being laid down.

. . . She still looks busy. The fact that he's no longer a child makes this all the more awkward on his end, since a part of the enthusiasm up and vanished, but that's no fault of hers. Isn't that why he came regardless? With that thought in mind, all he can do for now is simply stand by and watch from a fair distance.]

oh my gosh I can't stop laughing

[mistyarc]

[Hubert's still in the process of scrubbing away at his face now that his lenses are taken care of (for the most part). Because his attention is drawn to this and his mind is swimming with thoughts, he isn't exactly on the best of guard right now.

He'll hate himself for it soon enough.]

I live to serve~

[lightningcute]

[Oh yes he will. Now behold as she sweeps down upon him like a ninja, and then proceeds to rob him of all hope tickle him under his arms, again like a ninja.]

[mistyarc]

[Hubert's reaction is instantaneous, and with a wavering yelp he jerks forward to escape those far too intrusive fingers (those are someone's fingers, right?). Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembers to tighten his grip on his glasses to keep them from falling onto the ground where they might be crushed, but any celebration he's having for that is short-lived when he smacks into the mural face first.

Now half his face is covered with paint in a diagonal fashion and his nose is in pain. Mostly his forehead, though. Just what he wanted.

Not wasting any time to moan and groan and grumble, he whips around, his brows knit and handkerchief still held halfway up to his face, which now has a reddish tint to it from the embarrassment and excitement.]

Just who exactly -- Pao-lin!?

[lightningcute]

[Oh. Oops. That didn't go as planned. Still, Pao-lin breaks out into a gigglefit, though it's a bit apologetic, too.]

S-sorry! I was just trying to make you laugh, you looked so serious! [She rummages around in the pockets of her overalls and pulls out a folded square of unused paper towel, holding it out to Hubert as she tries valiantly to stop being amused by his discomfort.]

[mistyarc]

[A Hero is giggling at him, can his life end now?

Nodding in appreciation, he takes the paper towel and works around his face yet again.]

That is how I always look.

[lightningcute]

[She's laughing with love, blue boy. It's okay.]

I k-know, that's why I was -- pfft! [Clapping a hand to her mouth to stifle the rest of her giggles. Dammit, she should not be this entertained.] I'm sorry, I really am! Do you need ice or anything? I d-didn't mean for you to hit your head!

[mistyarc]

[The paper towel stops at a spot on his forehead where his head collided with the mural, pressing ever gently to gauge the damage. He can feel it, but it's nothing he'll die from.]

No, this is minor. I understand that it was meant to elicit a different type of response.

[lightningcute]

[Pao-lin runs off again, but she returns soon enough, with a water-dampened paper towel in one hand and a dry one in the other. She's managed to stop laughing by the time she holds them out to Hubert, but her lips are pursed in that way that indicates an attempt at trying not to smile too much.]

[mistyarc]

[He has half a mind to tell her to stop when she runs off, but it's too late by the time he believes he should've. Pointedly ignoring or otherwise not reacting to her expression, he takes the paper towels.]

My apologies. I'll return to painting immediately after this.

;____; missed youuuuuu

[lightningcute]

[Okay now she's finally calming down. She shakes her head reassuringly.]

Take your time! There's no real hurry. [Being the first time she's done something like this, it's hard to gauge just how far ahead or behind they might be, but Pao-lin's more than willing to take up whatever slack is left over.] Besides, it's my fault for doing that to you in the first place.

[She hauls over a nearby step ladder and pushes the base of it up against the wall as far as it'll go, intending to work on the higher parts of the mural. After hauling up a can each of green paint and yellow paint onto the ladder's little work platform, she clambers up the steps, parks herself at the top of the ladder, and resumes her painting.]

;u; sorry for being so slow!

[mistyarc]

Even so . . .

[He trails off there when she gets back to work, and feeling that he should be doing the same, Hubert finishes cleaning his face and places the paper towels aside. Grasping the brush again, he works on the spot he rammed straight into where the paint is lacking in some areas within a small radius. Like this, he can easily try forgetting the embarrassing accident that happened mere minutes ago . . . ]

it is okay, I will backtag to the Stone Age with these two.....

[lightningcute]

[Pao-lin easily gets back into the swing of painting. This time her movements are a bit more subdued and gentle, since she's working on creating a smooth transition of shades to contrast with the active foreground of the design. In some ways it's both easier and more difficult to deal with than what she'd been painting on the lower part of the mural. The main problem for her is being vertically challenged: she can't reach as far as she'd like to from her perch on the ladder, so eventually when she's done with painting as much as she can from her position, she'll hop down and nudge the ladder over a little bit more, a bit closer to Hubert. She'll try not to drip paint on you, really. And hopefully not fall on you, either.]

But these two didn't even exist during the Stone Age . . . or did they.

[mistyarc]

[He stops in the middle of painting when Pao-lin comes down to move the ladder closer, which gives him reason to stare at the object for a second too long before turning back. Pao-lin is a Hero, and pretty good with artistic endeavors to boot. No accidents should happen.

None.

He clears his throat. Yes. They've got this.]

Their previous incarnations existed back then. Or something. TRUFAX. (and you know you love me)

[lightningcute]

[Yep, it's all cool. Don't mind Pao-lin painting away, working on getting juuuust the right amount of gradation on that top part of the mural. Every now and again she glances around, surveying what the other volunteers are doing. Once or twice someone comes up to her to ask her a quick question, but for the most part she -- and Hubert -- are left alone, working in comfortable silence.

Well. She finds it comfortable, at least.]

What were they like, I wonder . . . (/sob I do)

[mistyarc]

[Before long, with the lack of interruptions on his end, Hubert finishes patching up his part of the mural. At least, it looks finished to him. He covered all the spaces he could spot through his (now thankfully clean) glasses. Nodding, he looks up to report.]

This portion is complete.