@Meow
"Then I'll help you," She said. "Maybe, Or I'll just paint on you- I mean . . ."
"Then I'll help you," She said. "Maybe, Or I'll just paint on you- I mean . . ."
He raised and eyebrow and smiled "switching mediums I see? Or just canvases?" He tilted his head to the side. strike two! The little house chanted
“Why don’t I just paint with your blood Jason?” She said jokingly and hit his arm with the back of her hand.
"You could try," he splayed his hands to the side "now that'd be interesting. Imagine how the interview. Violet, how did you come up with this masterpiece?
Blood…" He smiled at her "mysterious."
She scoffed. “And since when am I getting interviewed for my ‘masterpieces’?”
He tilted his head to the side and shrugged "since always. why? You haven't thought of them as masterpieces?"
“Maybe pieces,” She said. “But no, I haven’t really thought they were as good as they could possibly be.”
He gasped dramatically "oh my God Vi. You need a wake up call!" She pulled her by the arm to he room and showed her the paintings "how do you not call these masterpieces?"
“Umm… You didn’t paint them so your brain it literally only looking for the good things about this. But because I painted them my brain is looking for all the flaws and wrongs.” She told him.
He shook his head "they're not mistakes. They're special additions that makes the piece one of a kind." He argued
“Yeah, Okay. Say what you want, but still, it’s literally impossible for them to be perfect.”
Jason rolled his eyes "no art work is perfect." Except for the one standing next to me. He headed back to the kitchen "so are we making those Macarons?" He asked, placing a heavy accent over macarons
She smiled. “I guess so,” She said matter of factly. “Let me just pull the up recipe on the iPad, and actually find the iPad and hope I saved it . . .”
"that's a first, Vi not being prepared." He said sarcastically "I think you might've left it in your room."
(poke)
(Holy fridges, I’ve been poked! Sorry for disappearing, that’s what I’m famous for, what can I say?)
She walked hurriedly to her room and found the iPad on the nightstand. She opened it up and went straight to her bookmarks and clicked on the recipe while walking back to the kitchen.
(lmao it's all good, glad to see you're back!)
"Find it? Jason asked from the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and waited, somehow already covered in flour
“Yep,” She and placed the iPad on the counter, only to look up and see flour everywhere. “I was gone for like half a minute and you already covered yourself in flour.”
"yeah, it kinda fell a bit….more will probably let end up on me than in the actual baked good." He muttered with a laugh.
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