splash.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he's usually too old for fingerpainting. but he's already tried a brush on a few pieces of paper, and he's bad at it--so he's trying his fingers on a bit of canvas, on the floor. there're cans of red, orange, yellow and blue--he's mixing to make green and purple, too, and is making a small bed of flowers. they're messy, but it's obvious what they are.

... er, but now, he's sitting back and staring at his hands and arms, caked with red and blue.

can he get a towel? or someone to distract him, because it looks like he's remembering something that he doesn't want to...]

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[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[hello, long time no see. :/ someone's looking a little hesitant as he peeks in.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he breaks his stare at his hands before looking around rapidly. towel towel towel towel towel]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

...Nox?

[hesitance is being replaced by worry now.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[quickly glances over at Kai, before looking at his hands.]

Acrylic paint dries as plastic. I need to get clean.

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[...goes over to him, taking his hand despite the paint, and starts pulling him to the nearest bathroom, which is probably only a few doors down.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[oh, well, that's good. he just follows along.]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[opens the bathroom door, leading Nox over to the toilet to sit him down on the seat, then goes about getting towels and filling the sink with warm water.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he'll wait where he is, hoping no one trashes his drawing.]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[goes back over to him with a wet towel, crouching down and starting to get all the paint off quietly.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[small wince at the contact, before he relaxes.]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[just keeps cleaning, occasionally moving to wet the towel again.]

[summer_poprocks]

[you're never too old to be having fun. hello, there's a Roxas peering at the floor from behind you now]

Wow, that looks pretty good. Flowers, right?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he gives a nod, looking up at him.]

Poppies and roses and daisies.

[summer_poprocks]

I've seen roses and daisies, but I don't think I've ever seen poppies. What're you gonna do with the painting when you're done?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

I dunno yet.

[... looks around again.]

Do you have a towel?

[summer_poprocks]

No, but we can probably find you one. You don't want to paint anymore?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

... no.

[and he shakes his head to emphasize that.]

[summer_poprocks]

There's a bathroom a few halls down you can probably wash all the paint off in then. I'll stay here and make sure no one steps on your painting if you want.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

... can you help me up?

[summer_poprocks]

[offers you a hand to pull you up]

Guess this means we both need a towel, huh.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[small, sheepish smile.]

Sorry.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

If it weren't for the canvas, I'd wonder if you've killed someone.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[tenses, looking up.]

No, I didn't--!

[... pauuuuuse. stare. blink.]

... Master Dilan?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Ah, a toy. Very well. ]

Playing, are we?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

No! Uh, not at all. I'm... practicing.