the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Having been tending to some of the indoor plants on the window sill in his bedroom, Amhran is easy to find and easier still to persuade to join whatever chaos is unfurling down in the kitchen. Padding barefoot after Belial, he's pushing the sleeves of his oversized sweater up onto his forearms as he peeps into the newspaper-lined room, eyebrows raising. "Are we redecorating?" he asks, having recently seen someone out in Snowcloak doing something similar to the interior of their shop; the paint and newspaper is enough to clue him in.
But then he doesn't know if the kitchen necessarily needs it, and certainly not in every colour Deimos seems to have available. But Amhran is nothing if not a gentle and helpful soul, and he motions to the paintbrushes on hand. "Would you like some help? Just let me know where I need to paint and what colour." Having been involved in a number of PQs team-related tasks lately, he slips back into that mode of thinking like it's an old coat.
But then he doesn't know if the kitchen necessarily needs it, and certainly not in every colour Deimos seems to have available. But Amhran is nothing if not a gentle and helpful soul, and he motions to the paintbrushes on hand. "Would you like some help? Just let me know where I need to paint and what colour." Having been involved in a number of PQs team-related tasks lately, he slips back into that mode of thinking like it's an old coat.
