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[up in the attic with the door open, due to the fact there's a can of light blue paint open]

[wearing his ripped jeans and not much else, holding the can and painting down the edges of the rafters along the tilted walls - boxes and everything have been moved to the other side of the attic - that is, except for a ladder and a stereo, with a stack of CDs that he found downstairs]

[Since the painting never got done before the truth gas came about, he's decided to start work on it now - except he's nooot making a whole lot of progress when he's pausing to wave the paintbrush, dance around on the newspaper and shake his bum around to the blaring music]

[in his own little world, paints a few inches, occasionally stopping to bite his lip, get his groove on and snicker at himself]

[ ooc: Lulz. Feel free to bark at him to turn it down - or offer to help. x) ]

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Demyyxxx?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[climbing into the att - what is that noise.]

Isn't that ironic.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[flicking the paintbrush and popping his hips] - [stops.]

Oh there you are. [embarrassed grin]

Ironic how?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[so amused.]

I thought you were supposed to have good taste in music, Dem.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[looks down] Oh, Clipse!

[puts the paintcan down] How's it going, buddy? [turns the stereo down a little]

Ever see paint before? Careful of it, it's not like water.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[hand on hip, looks down] Well, I just thought I'd try something new.

Turns out it's pretty fun painting music.

[picks up another brush from the ladder] Wanna help?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[hoists self into attic.]

Sure, but not to that. Cool kids don't listen to that kinda music.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[drops his head to the side to give him a look] Okay, you find something. [smirks and passes him the paintbrush]

[tapping his foot, dips his brush and runs it down the side of a panel]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[doesn't bother to push the STOP button, just skips through the CD until he finds something he likes.

Pauses on this. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAT5ypTjKOI)]

What's funny is that's actually on the hip hop mix. xD

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[pauses, looks over] Hmmm, nice choice.

[keeps painting, sings along quietly, still tapping foot] Dirty baaabe~ You see these shackles, baby, I'm your slaave~

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Paaint?

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Greeee!

my hitherto undiscovered telepathic powers wooooork. also have a change in style.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[smirks, letting the song play while he looks through the CDs. Needs moar metal.]

That so~?

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Told you to be careful.

See, look. [paints a bit of the wall] Get it?

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[looks over at Axel and continues, smirking] I'll let you whip me if I misbehave~ It's just that no one makes me feel this way~

[snaps fingers] Take 'em to the chorus!

[laughs]

Oop, got paint on me. [wipes it off his arm]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[c-can't sing, but other people don't have to know that.]

Really? Might have to take you up on that offer one day.

[stands up. Doesn't really want to get paint on his clothes, so he unzips his coat and tosses it somewhere away from the work area. His shirt goes the same way too.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[grins] Fine by me~

[stops painting long enough to watch the undressing, bites lower lip]

... [moves on to the other side of the panel, smiling to himself]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[...yeah, he wasn't expecting Demyx to say that. Works on painting himself, very quietly singing:]

Look at those hips
Make me smile
Go 'head child and get your sexy on~

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[big smile, wasn't expecting him to join in]

If that's your girl, baby, watch your back~ 'Cause you're burning up for me and that's a fact~

[dips his brush again, gets on his knees to paint lower]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[painting rather...haphazardly. At this rate there's going to be strange patterns. You do not hire Axel to be a painter if you want those showroom walls.]

I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Girl let me make up for all the things you lack~
Because you're burning up I got to get it fast

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[doesn't care and not the best at it, himself - the lighting's pretty dim up here anyway]

[laughs]

[snaps fingers] Take it to the bridge!

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[no one's voice is that innocent:]

But that's your part, Dem.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Okay, okay!

You see these shackles, baby, I'm your slave~
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave... [pops a hip to the side]
It's just that no one makes me feel this way...

[embarrassed laugh]

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Paaint...

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Paint!

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

Yeah, like that!

But you don't use your finger, you use a brush. [picks up a smaller brush and holds it out to him]

Just dip the end of it, like this. [shows him with his own brush]

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Brusssh.

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