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The swirling of paint had Xisuma hypnotized as he sat on the floor, staring at the bucket filled with some strange liquid?. They didn't have that in the void- honestly they didn't have much in the void nor the lab. After a moment, he looked over his shoulders to see his twin. "What… is that?" Ex asked, gesturing towards the purple liquid before dropping to his knees and settling next to him.
Xisuma in reply shrugs, how would he know? He points towards Phil who was staring at the wall in thought, rarely looking back towards the paint. Go ask him was what Xisuma was trying to tell them but he didn't know if Ex fully understood because the twin did not move.
Finally Phil cleared his throat, "We have no brushes." His shoulders slump in annoyance, "Okay listen up," He turns to the two kids sitting on the floor. "I'm going to go get paint brushes- because somehow I forgot them," He says that last part in a whisper, "You'll be fine, here by yourself right?" Xisuma nods, and Ex just grumbles in response. Grumbling louder when Xisuma gives him a playful nudge. With that the older man bounded- More like ran, for what reason? Only the one in question knew, out the door.
"He seems upset," Ex finally voiced his thoughts that swirled around in his mind. Xisuma nods, dipping one finger into the paint and then holding it up. It dripped slowly. Before glancing towards the wall.
An idea sparked him.
He gestured towards the wall, "You want us to… use that liquid on the wall?" Xisuma nods, getting up and going towards the kitchen to wipe his hand off with a towel. Ex slowly follows from behind him, every step they took seemed uncertain.
Philza was a very neat man, he kept everything where it belonged normally. Which made stuff very easy to find in Xisuma opinion. He picks up a broom from the closet. Grabbing a smaller looking one. Well it looked similar, more fluffy at the end and wasn't as large.
Handing one to Ex without and word and trotting back towards the wall. The twins exchange a look before Xisuma dips the weird broom into the paint and places it to the wall.
"What are we doing…?" Ex mumbles, before dipping his broom as well into the paint. Before doing what a broom was used for and brushing the floor with the paint. They work in silence for a bit, painting every inch of the room, The floor, half of the wall as unfortunately Xisuma was too short to reach to top. Even the ceiling.
Well if you counted a tiny bit of paint as painted. Just as the wall as too tall the ceiling was out of reach. Using Ex's idea, Xisuma chunked his weird brush at the ceiling and it came down with a thump. The twins looked at each other again, staring before shrugging and getting back to work.
After a moment, Xisuma got annoyed at the unpainted wall, pushing a random chair that he found in the house towards the wall, before pushing himself up onto the chair and standing, the chair wobbled under his weight. Creaking in anger. Xisuma reached up his hand holding the weird broom.
Crack, the chair toppled over, causing Xisuma to fall, Ex paused and shouted something Xisuma couldn't understand. He landed with a thump into the paint bucket, that rolled spilling the paint all over the floor and him.
"Xisuma?" Ex waved a hand in front of his face, their face covered in the paint as well as their hair. "Are you okay? Not hurt?" Xisuma shakes his head after a moment. He was fine, albeit his legs were a bit sore. Ex sighs in relief, his tense shoulders relaxing.
Click. The lock turns slowly, the door opening with a creak, sunlight poured into the room. "Oh. What happened here," Phil says. pausing at the door, a couple tiny looking brooms in his hands. "Are you two okay?" Xisuma nods, giving him a thumps up. "This will… need some cleaning," he frowns, his wings, flaring for a moment.
Well. At least Philza didn't look too angry?