AISHA
first you're my predator then you're my prey
Aisha's brush was taken with a smile, and then turned down. She didn't care much, she was no artist. So she rolled her eyes to herself and shrugged, grabbing back the brush from the lingering man in the doorway and tossing it back onto her pile. Back around she went, placing a hand on the small of Henry's back to usher him into movement, "Come on sugar," she said with a playful smile.
Once he was gone, Aisha got back to work on her sorting. Art supplies here, cleaning supplies there, building and workshop tools, etc. If she finished her work here, she'd head on out to help paint, choosing a wall, picking up a roller, and winging it.
Aisha continues working on sorting, and (if the rolls say so) she finishes and helps with the painting.
Once he was gone, Aisha got back to work on her sorting. Art supplies here, cleaning supplies there, building and workshop tools, etc. If she finished her work here, she'd head on out to help paint, choosing a wall, picking up a roller, and winging it.
Aisha continues working on sorting, and (if the rolls say so) she finishes and helps with the painting.
give you my love and then take it away
