[Action] He’s in your house. He’s changing your interior.
[Feliks never meant to break things and he hadn’t meant to almost be horribly destroyed by a boyish girl because of it either. He decided he wanted to do something nice for the girls because of it, instead of taking it out on more appliances, and... he had time on his hands. After he’d waved goodbye to the girls when they’d each gone to work, maybe a little too suspiciously, Feliks laid down in the middle of the living room, kicking his feet back and forth above him. He wondered how he could go about such a thing for two girls that seemed like they really needed some happy, care freeness in their lives, and really was it any surprise seeing as how they lived in such a boring and bland and colorless and plain and dull and drab and…
His legs stopped.
Idea~
He’d spilled half of an entire paint can in the kitchen, and then the dogs had gotten into it and he’d spent awhile trying to get it out of their fur and feet before he realized he liked it better that way and left them. He’d also gotten halfway done before he realized he should've covered the furniture, but he’d decided that was too much work to do on top of what he was already doing. He’d stood, with a dripping paintbrush, at the doorways to Kim’s room as well, before remembering the rules that’d been laid down about that. So, he’d walked with that same dripping paintbrush to Remy’s doorway before he’d gotten distracted and scurried off to something else. It kept nagging him that he needed to do something to their rooms though and did go back later, to not paint, but instead reorganized their closests.
In the end he was really proud of his work.
Well, not really.
But, it was good enough for him because he wasn't about to get up and change anything now. His effort had given out when he was laying on the living room floor with his legs propped up on the couch, using a paint can for a pillow. He idlly wondered what time it was.]
His legs stopped.
Idea~
He’d spilled half of an entire paint can in the kitchen, and then the dogs had gotten into it and he’d spent awhile trying to get it out of their fur and feet before he realized he liked it better that way and left them. He’d also gotten halfway done before he realized he should've covered the furniture, but he’d decided that was too much work to do on top of what he was already doing. He’d stood, with a dripping paintbrush, at the doorways to Kim’s room as well, before remembering the rules that’d been laid down about that. So, he’d walked with that same dripping paintbrush to Remy’s doorway before he’d gotten distracted and scurried off to something else. It kept nagging him that he needed to do something to their rooms though and did go back later, to not paint, but instead reorganized their closests.
In the end he was really proud of his work.
Well, not really.
But, it was good enough for him because he wasn't about to get up and change anything now. His effort had given out when he was laying on the living room floor with his legs propped up on the couch, using a paint can for a pillow. He idlly wondered what time it was.]