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[heartshy]

[Jinx sat huffily in the kitchen, slowly and meticulously picking acrylic paint of of her long hair.

How had this happened. She was miffed - miffed, she projects at you! - about this. Mostly at herself.

Because... she got paint in her hair D:]

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[fiddlerjohnny]

.....you....need help?

[heartshy]

[Her hair dangling between her fingers, Jinx looked at him like her entire world was ending and he was s white knight on a horse come to rescue her.

Yes. Yes yes yes! She would love some help!

She nods so hard, she almost topples herself off her perch on the kitchen counter.]

[fiddlerjohnny]

[He smiles slightly and moves over.]

What did you do?

[Even as he's helping her pick her hair apart.]

[heartshy]

[She gives a sigh that passes through her entire body, seeming to start all the way at her toes]

It was... Too big to paint...

[fiddlerjohnny]

What was?

[His tone is curious as he keeps picking, carefully. At least all the practice with the violin makes his fingers quite nimble.]

[heartshy]

...The statue?

[She didn't mean that to come out a question, and she nibbles her lip.

Lifting an arm, she gestures like she's painting hiiiiigh over her head with a paintbrush, trying to get paint in juuuuust the right place.

It was very tiring :( ]

[fiddlerjohnny]

Ohhh...I gotcha.

[Considering.]

Maybe a hat next time?

[heartshy]

[One hand fingering her hair, she nods.

Yes, he is right. She should have used a hat.

A gentle smack to her forehead. She was stupid to have not thought of it...]

[fiddlerjohnny]

[He makes a face at her smacking.]

Don't need to do that, now. Plain old mistake, no big deal, yeah?

[heartshy]

[Twisted lips were used to show how stupid she thought she'd been.

But he was nice. Very nice. her hands flutter in the air, trying to communicate he was being too nice.

Was there anything she could get him? This was a kitchen, after all.]

Tea?

[fiddlerjohnny]

[That gets him smiling.]

Tea'd be good, thanks.

[heartshy]

[She slides off her perch and goes about the business of making tea.

She was not butler - Sean and Chives would put her to shame - but she managed well enough. You know, tea, hot water, cup. They all get in the same location.

Wen she trots back, there's also sugar and cream and lemons on her tray.]

[fiddlerjohnny]

[Johnny wouldn't be able to appreciate Sean or Chives' skills with tea, anyway. Most of the time he's pretty sure it's supposed to be iced, after all.]

[So he'll take it with a polite nod and add a few spoonfuls of sugar.] Thanks, Jinx.

[heartshy]

[She beams at him, and bobs and almost-curtsy]

...Welcome~!