Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
Chulane looked to the kid (who was a teenager, sure, but comparatively very much a kid) who posed a question on the definition of demon. And without missing a beat, completely oblivious to the strange looks the others were giving him, he simply said: “Evil.” With a deadpan expression, he finished his task with reasonable success – having lsot count of the amount of drinks he’d consumed long ago, he simply kept grinning like an idiot and downing more as they arrived to him (though he was a little bit fidgety as his bladder kindly informed him he’d had quite a bit to drink).
But he persisted on, delighted with the idea of more painting, laughing at Kia’s bump against him. But it was Deimos who inspired his next idea of complete disregard for the actual task at hand.
Paint went flying, and the only reason Chulane noticed it was because his focus was entirely on Kiada and not on the target he was supposed to be painting. He fully supported her idea of return fire, happily relinquishing a paintbrush before dipping his hand in some blue paint, along with a rag. Then, along with Kia, he made to throw the rag at Deimos – ever the defendant of his lover’s pride.
However, while he did this, he also came in close to Kia’s side, trailing his other, blue stained hand down her back, hoping to grasp one of her buttcheeks and leave a clear handprint of his appreciation for its shape present for all to see.
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Chuy has his drinks and really needs to pee but is ignoring that for now.
He is also completely ignoring the current task and instead throwing a paint-wet blue rag at Deimos, whilst also squeezing Kia’s butt with a hand dipped in paint.
But he persisted on, delighted with the idea of more painting, laughing at Kia’s bump against him. But it was Deimos who inspired his next idea of complete disregard for the actual task at hand.
Paint went flying, and the only reason Chulane noticed it was because his focus was entirely on Kiada and not on the target he was supposed to be painting. He fully supported her idea of return fire, happily relinquishing a paintbrush before dipping his hand in some blue paint, along with a rag. Then, along with Kia, he made to throw the rag at Deimos – ever the defendant of his lover’s pride.
However, while he did this, he also came in close to Kia’s side, trailing his other, blue stained hand down her back, hoping to grasp one of her buttcheeks and leave a clear handprint of his appreciation for its shape present for all to see.
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Chuy has his drinks and really needs to pee but is ignoring that for now.
He is also completely ignoring the current task and instead throwing a paint-wet blue rag at Deimos, whilst also squeezing Kia’s butt with a hand dipped in paint.
CHULANE
