Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131111010415/@comment-7497475-20131115052826

The smile got even wider. Citrine let the shirt hit her in the face and fall into her hands. She ran off with it, grabbing a random dye while heading for the room they had for dying.

Coming out after his shirt had dried, she walked back to the figure in the chair. Looking at Messer's lean body, part of her mind took note of the scars across it. She held up the orange shirt triumphantly.

"Coloured!"

The paint tins hooked over Perish clanged together as she jumped about, reminding her of her goal. Dropping the shirt on him, she grabbed a brush from a pocket in the cover over Perish and held it in the same triumphant fashion.

"Painting! You know that building with the clock on it? I've wanted to paint that for ages!"

She was getting rather giddy now, the colour madness taking hold.