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[diablescharmants]

     Oh, they would have no issues getting rid of all the colour on their skin again. The paint would easily be washed off with water so they wouldn't have to be concerned about this becoming a possible issue. Their rainbow skin made for quite the sight though perhaps the light-hearted air and smiles and smirks on their faces were even better occurrences to experience.

     With every stripe, smear and dot of paint added to her body Mira felt more adorned and she had to smirk slightly at his rejoinder. "Sounding a little arrogant there, don't you?" Of course it was just another tease. Would they look at themselves in the mirror she was sure she could see all of their utter beauty in their reflection; beauty of such a different and unique sort. Perhaps they should take a picture before washing off the color and even if they wouldn't, the memory would be imprinted and treasured in her memory.

     The moment of almost-tripping had made for quite the surprise and she was glad that he'd been there to hold onto. Actually… perhaps this wasn't so bad. Mira was standing steadily again and huffed in amusement when Freed couldn't resist the temptation to leave another handprint on her arm in the process. She was gaining a smirk of her own this time, however; a small almost tentative one. There was clearly something on her mind.

     "Oh? It seems so." A hum left her lips before she would get closer again, turning around to lean into him slightly, with her back against his front as though he'd be holding her from behind. "I don't think I would mind falling into your arms." Mira slightly tilted her head so she could look up at him. "Unless… Hmm... Maybe you're right. And maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't be making advances to the enemy…," she concluded, voice laced with feigned contemplation before that smirk would grow a little wider and she slowly pressed her painted fingers to his chin to leave a small streak.

The two of them were going to be positively COVERED in various colours of paint. Smears, splatters, you name it, they'll have it. Freed couldn't find it in himself to care at the moment. He was enjoying the closeness even if it was chaotic in the moment itself. His face likely had a few different rainbows adorning it at this point in time and he honestly couldn't care less. Showers were a thing and the paint itself was far from permanent on skin.

"Is that so? Well,"

Paint dripping hands would reach forward and add a few more dots and stripes to whatever flesh he could reach before she danced away from him. He gave chase, of course, this was their 'cat and mouse' game and he was LIVING for it. He had a feeling she felt as free as he did and that was something they both probably needed.

"Perhaps you ought to thank me as well, Mirajane. For helping you to achieve another level of beauty that you might not have otherwise reached without my aid."

Two could play at that game after all.

As she grabbed him to steady herself after almost tripping, he'd hold her for more than a single moment, but once she was steady again he'd let go but not before adding another handprint to her forearm. That devilish smirk appearing across his face once more.

"Careful, you almost fell into my arms that time."

Was he taking the moment to blatantly flirt with her? Perhaps, but would she actually notice given the situation or would it be overlooked for more paint attacks?

[freedthedark]

pokes the nose

@lovedmagic

      crinkles his nose. he’s just being grumpy, Chelia, it’s not your fault.