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Theia nodded, "Okay, it's a deal. I will think up which songs I'd like to request of you," Her smile widened to a grin as she moved away and back across the room. "Alright, let's DIY this shit," She said, rolling up the sleeves of her jumper.
Joe chuckled, "Hopefully I know the song, might take me a few tries."
He got up and moved about, covering up anything that he wanted to avoid getting paint on. He was hopeful that they wouldn't get any on the floor, but he still rolled out a floor sheet just in case. He knew he was liable to knock something over or otherwise cause a mess, so the less chances he had the bettered.
"Hopefully I know the song, might take me a few tries." Theia smiled, one of her genuine one's that she only served to her friends on those rare occasions. "I'm sure I can handle listening to you work it out," She shrugged, curious to hear him play - even if it was not the time to right now. She rolled her shoulders a little and stepped back from his stuff, glancing at Joe to check she hadn't overstepped a mark too badly - she was frequently doing it to him; overstepping lines in the sand and boundaries without giving him a choice. She couldn't help herself with him, she just seemed to bulldoze her way through his life without preamble. It seemed to work for them, but he was still her friend and she kept an eye on when she was really pushing things too far.
When he got up and started moving, she turned to help him, throwing sheets over things and straightening the odd one that didn't quite fall right over what he wanted to keep safe. She couldn't help but laugh when she looked at it all. The overkill of it. "This looks like something out of Dexter; not planning on murdering me are you?" She joked with a snort of laughter, and then she hesitated. Maybe now was the time to offer her measly gift. Her hand went to her pocket where she'd stashed the papers and she bit her lip and then pulled it out, trying not to lose face as she unfolded it and moved over toward him. A tinge of pink touched the apples of her cheeks - unusual for her, but she cleared her throat and ignored it. "So I kind of thought .. with the whole ceiling painting, that it might be nice to paint them as the actual stars. If I go in blind I can guarantee it'll look ridiculous - I'll try too hard to make it even and then end up overdoing it and shit. But this... we can kind of try and follow and then it'll be as close to looking up at the stars outside as we can make it without pulling off the roof?" She peered at him, almost nervous for his reaction.
"I'm sure I can handle listening to you work it out," She shrugged.
He couldn't help raising a brow, but he left it be - "Another time."
"This looks like something out of Dexter; not planning on murdering me are you?" She joked with a snort of laughter.
At that he tilted his head, not fully getting the reference before shaking his head, "There are easier ways to do that. But no - I'm not thinking like that... I'd lose my dragon."
"So I kind of thought .. with the whole ceiling painting, that it might be nice to paint them as the actual stars. If I go in blind I can guarantee it'll look ridiculous - I'll try too hard to make it even and then end up overdoing it and shit. But this... we can kind of try and follow and then it'll be as close to looking up at the stars outside as we can make it without pulling off the roof?"
He looked at the papers she laid out for him and nodded thoughtfully. To be fair, he was actually impressed - he hadn't even thought of making things accurate. If anything, that was better than just winging it.
"You know what, I like that a lot," he admitted, "Let's go with that, with one primary star... it sounds stupid but... there was always one star that I could see when I was.. well, when that shit happened to me, and even when I was laying in the infirmary, I could see it and kind of miss it. It was my homing star... if we could put it above the door?"
She caught the raise of his brow but didn't comment, letting him mull it over. She could only push his out of comfort zone so far, she was well aware of that. "Another time." Her turn to raise a brow, not a no then. She nodded. "I'll hold you to that." And she would as well, there'd be no getting away with false promises with her. She glanced at him when she chuckled, noticing his lack of laughter and wondering if he hadn't found it funny. From the look on his face, he had no idea what she was talking about. "I feel like we need to start a list... Of TV and Film you haven't seen but should." Whether he agreed or not, she'd be doing it. Dexter's ending might have been shit but the rest of it was decent enough for an easy watch show.
"There are easier ways to do that. But no - I'm not thinking like that... I'd lose my dragon." She wandered back toward him as he spoke. "You sure? I'd even let you know where the soft spots are." A very little reference to Dragon heart, something she doubted he would have seen either. Without thinking twice she reached out and took his hand, going to place his hand on her throat, that tempting, vulnerable hollow where the pulse beat strong and fragile. A small part of her screamed at it, giving up that weakness, as if he wouldn't already know it. An odd invitation to take advantage, to use it, to hurt her. But she knew he wouldn't. After a moment she took a step back, her attention turning to the reason she'd come to his today. The papers spread out as she found a couple of items to keep them flat and open for them to reference.
"You know what, I like that a lot," She hadn't realised she was nervous about her idea until he approved, and she automatically grinned. "Let's go with that, with one primary star... it sounds stupid but... there was always one star that I could see when I was.. well, when that shit happened to me, and even when I was laying in the infirmary, I could see it and kind of miss it. It was my homing star... if we could put it above the door?" Theia nodded slowly, her eyes on him. "A way to the escape..." She murmured softly, understanding why he would want that. A reminder, a promise, a nudge toward safety. She turned on her bright grin again to help shake off the darkness, as much as she could. "It's your roof, unicorn, we can paint it however you like." She'd do anything for him, whatever he wanted. She put her hands on her hips and let out a breath. "Right, let's get this going. Where's the paint?"
