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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[greypetals.livejournal.com]

... buckets.

[looks around. there's probably not one in the bathroom, is there?]

[summer_poprocks]

[looks around too but nope, no buckets here]

Don't see any here, and I don't know any rooms close by that would have them, do you?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Not close by, but maybe they have 'em in the beach room.

[summer_poprocks]

That could work, yeah! Do you know how to get there from here?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

... um. Not really.

[sheepish scratch of the back of his head.]

[summer_poprocks]

I think I know the way. If I can find a certain kitchen I'll know how to get to the beach room from there. Come on.

[starts heading in the general direction of said kitchen]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he catches up to him, having to take a few more steps to be in tune with him.]

Okay. Thanks, you must've been here for a long time if you know the way.

[summer_poprocks]

Not really, I don't think. If I'd been here a long time I probably wouldn't need to know where the kitchen was first to find the beach room.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

It still counts, though.

[summer_poprocks]

How long have you been here?

[oh look, a kitchen. he peeks inside briefly to be sure it's the right one, then starts heading down the hall once he sees it is]