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[markofthebrave]

[Should you be passing by the bridge between the clinic and the Item Shop on this fine, finally-a-break-from-the-heat afternoon, you will notice that there has been a certain change in the landscape. A large wall, seemingly made out of one solid chunk of earth has appeared by the riverbank and painted white. At varying points in the day there may also be some spheres, pyramids, inverted pyramids appearing beside the wall... and that white wall is on its way to becoming multicolored.

There by the wall is a large sheet and on it rest pretty much every container of water-soluble paint found in the Item Shop, mainly strong primary colors. There are balloons and small buckets and bowls, and just about everything you could want in order to throw paint at a white wall.

Random passerby, what do you do? Continue on your way and hope not to get splashed with mud, water, or paint? Stop to wonder at this strange work of 'art?' Or if you don't mind getting your hands dirty, there does seem to be more than enough paint...]



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[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[He waves, and starts walking again.]

Then I suppose I'll see it when it's done.

[It was pretty likely that her and her friend would receive help, so he didn't doubt that it would end up staying up for a while.]

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[markofthebrave]

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[markofthebrave]

[So he was a jerk who thought she was incompetent and had a horrible sense of timing. It didn't look like he was going home any time soon. So either she avoids him forever or - she finds a way to live with him.]

Hey, Caesar! [She waits for his attention.] I know you want to.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[It's certainly a surprise, but he has no reason to ignore her. He stops, turning around again, and shrugging his shoulders a bit.]

Heh. Me, painting? Not so sure about that. I might ruin it.

[markofthebrave]

[Oh, come on.]

We're throwing paint on a wall. There's nothing to ruin.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised! [Despite what he says, he'll walk back over to get a better look at the wall.] Never been very creative, you see.

[markofthebrave]

But I know how you feel about bright colors.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

They're to be admired, not fooled around with. [At least no one else could tease him for his literally childish behavior then. He looks down at the paints, then back at Katara and gestures for her to go ahead.] After you.

[markofthebrave]

Sure they are. [Or you could just dive head first into a bin of bright scarves and pull out the most multicolored one of all... just to be admired. Of course.

But she dips into her blue and whirls it around, creating a whirl of splatter on a green surface.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar reaches for one of the small bowls and dips it into a container of red paint. He looks at the wall for a moment before tossing the paint onto it.

He tilts his head. Hmm...]

[markofthebrave]

[She glances at him.]

That's it?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[He's quiet for another moment as he considers this.

...nah.

He reaches a hand up to smear the paint.]

That's better.