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Paintbrush stood in the center of the room; arms crossed staring at a girl standing in front of them.
"Please! Come one Painty, you haven't let me do this in forever!" The girl pleaded, though it was clear she was joking, mostly, evident by the goofy smile plastered on her face and laughs she was trying, and failing, to hide.
"That's because I haven't been here in like a year. Lightbulb, season three is filmed on an island you know."
"Yeah, I know. You, tube, and Fan were on season three away from the hotel. I might have died if fan hadn't come back after a month!" Lightbulb threw her arms out in an exaggerated manner, staring at Paintbrush with the most deadpan expression she could, before bursting out laughing for about 10 seconds before attempting to regain her composure.
"Anyways, not the point; since you're here now, you should let me braid your hair!"
"Pretty sure they're bristles, but since you're not going to stop asking until I agree, fine." With that Lightbulb plopped onto the bed and excitedly patted the spot next to her.
"Yay! OMGA Painty you are not gonna regret this!!" Paintbrush looks away, jokingly rolling their eyes before sitting next to her on the bed.
Paintbrush stared at the headboard of Lightbulbs bed, after season two was put on hiatus the four still competing got their own rooms in the hotel. After a long chain reaction of people moving rooms because microphone and test tube were placed in the same room caused Lightbulb, who was originally placed with suitcase, to move into Paintbrushes room after fan was moved.
At times, the hotel seemed more like an apartment in many ways, and Lightbulb's favorite was the fact she could do whatever to her side of the room without consequence. If, of course, it does not cause any damage to the actual room, but OJ rarely did room checks so that rule was rarely enforced.
That being said, her headboard was littered with colorful stickers, and her side of the room as a whole was a chaotic mess. Paintbrush found it fitting for someone as eccentric as her, their side seemed so dull next to it.
Looking away from the headboard they Fidgeted with the pale yellow comforter sprawled on the bed, the room was silent aside from Lightbulb humming. It was a lot calmer than the previous times Lightbulb had attempted to braid their bristles, maybe she would actually manage to do it this time.
"So- Ow! Are you trying to pull my bristles out?" Lightbulb had pulled their bristles harder than she meant accidentally.
"Sorry Paint', your bristles are stiffer than they feel," She leaned past Paintbrush, grabbing a small band off of the nightstand in-between the two beds with one hand, her other holding the single braid together.
"And done!" She said, thrusting her arms in the air, before hopping off the bed and dragging Paintbrush into the bathroom so they could see her handiwork.
The braid was simple, hanging loosely among the unbraided bristles.
Lightbulb grinned at Paintbrush, "You don't even know how many times I had to watch that video of the makeup brush braiding his bristles! Though it was a lot easier than he made it seem- though that could just be the different object thing. I dunno though, anyways, Painty! Do you like it?"
"Yeah it's something alright," they said, it was definitely a step up from the previous attempts.
Leaving the bathroom, Paintbrush glanced at where Lightbulb was now sitting on her bed, maybe they should let her do this more often, they thought.