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Who: Inigo, Tidus (aka the two shared braincells duo) and you!
Where: The standard coach
When: Horseshoe 17
What: Inigo and Tidus are handing out free stuff because Tidus is the train's official sugar daddy.
Warnings: Probably nothing, will edit if necessary.

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Hey guys, forget about that public breakdown the other day. Today Inigo is on the ICP with a big smile, seeming as cheerful as ever. It's fine. It's cool.

"Good day, everyone! Tidus and I brought some things back with us from Irivar to share with everyone. So why not come over to the standard coach and see if there's anything you'd like to take with you, hm? We have quite the selection! Oh, and.. erm, Taiki, Roland, Bryn and Della.. If you could make sure to come see us, we'd appreciate it! Otherwise I might have to send Ti--"

Before Inigo can even finish the sentence, there's an offscreen obviously very Tidus-y voice calling out, "Inigo! Ask for Sakura too!"

Inigo huffs, turning his gaze to the off screen source. "I was getting to that!" (No he wasn't.) Apparently he accidentally pulled his ticket off the ICP as he starts moving away from it too, because the feed just cuts out. Just come get some sweet stuff.

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Their set-up in the standard car is a simple, if messy, one. They have a few of their offered freebies on the same table they occupy, each guy facing the other, sat by the wall. From the immediate front, fragrant bags sit no bigger than a palm, a variety of scents better to tell when held to the nose. Whetstones sit stacked mostly on top of one another, and then a cluster of hair ribbons and circular hair ties behind them. Behind the bags are a few scent oils--basically, perfumes, if not very big. There's a few to choose from, but...

...not as many as there are the soaps, which take up a half of the table in their choice. It's like a lush shop here of choice, different colours and sizes.

And Inigo and Tidus? Sit there, either playing cards or fiddling through the paper craft book available from the art supplies where the old library used to be.

A chalkboard sits balanced, with the words 'FREE 2 TAKE' written in big letters. In case you missed the public announcement.

1:
Come up, and have a look. Ask about what they've got.

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Or while you're here, maybe you can help Tidus, who pipes up to ask-

"Hey, quick question. How long 'til you're comfortable hugging someone?"

(ooc: as a note, all threads on this will be threeways! please enjoy trying to handle both teens at once. you can't seperate them.)

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It's a sloppy job, he'll admit. But true art should never be all clean and fancy...or so he would like to think! A convenient excuse really, but what he does next is fairly simple. As soon as his hand is completely covered in the blue paint, from finger to the edge of his palm, he waits a second before printing down his entire hand unto the page. Roland presses down, angling his elbow upwards for added force, and let's it sit there for a while, unmoving.

He glances up at Taiki. "Something I remember from when I was a kid. Wanna try?"

Taiki nodded with a small smile, taking a brush and beginning to paint his hand blue.

"I remember doing this as a child as well."

Before he had went to his own world, when he was very small.

That makes Roland smile a little wider, a crinkle in the edge of his eyes.

"Great. Let's layer them together with another color after." He lifts his palm up and there it is, an imprint of a hand, five fingers and palm, made eternal on paper and blue paint. But a flash of realization comes across him then, suddenly conscious as he faces Taiki again.

"Err. I'm not wasting your paint, am I?"

Taiki smiled and pressed his own palm to the paper, feeling how the paint moved below it. He smiled at Roland and shook his head, "It's alright, it is to be used. I can buy some more, it's for everyone and Tidus bought most of it so it isn't mine at all."

And if anyone would be happy to see Roland handprint painting it would be Tidus. So Taiki doesn't feel bad about this at all.

"I'll help you buy more art materials too." A beat. He tries not to sound or show embarrassment, which works thanks to his god-given ability to look serious even when he's not. "After the train gives us points, I mean." 'I can't let Taiki know I've only got one left...!'

He moves on to a second color, but pauses again. "Say, what's your favorite?" Among the bunch, which he gestures to with a blue hand.

Edited 2020-11-19 14:52 (UTC)

"You don't have to but it would be kind of you, I think a lot of the children enjoy using the art materials as well."

It was not a good thing that there were children here, but they could only do their best to help them, keep them safe and give them happiness.

"I like purple, but there are no colours I dislike."

Maybe there was a purchase available where he could get easel sets that had removable paper or canvasses? Something to share for anyone who wanted to dabble in art. Roland takes note of it, remembers it dutifully. For now, at the mention of purple, he smiles slightly wider.

"Good choice. Purple's one of my favorites too." A chuckle. "Not because of the train or anything." So takes the red paint and asks for Taiki's other hand; one that wasn't stained with paint already. "May I? I promise it's not a prank."

What was he going to do?

"Of course." Taiki trusted Roland, and he certainly seemed far too serious and sensible to prank him. Taiki held his hand out, letting Roland do what he wished.

He was curious as well, Roland clearly had a plan and it was fun to paint like this, much more free than trying to capture images with a brush.

He smiles and gently pours red paint on Taiki's hand. Roland only now realizes how much smaller it is than his. When his hand is properly painted on with red, he carefully lowers it palm-side down on the blue already on his paper - on Roland's.

And just like that, when he lifts Taiki's hand off, the imprint it makes coalesces into purple. Two handprints, joined and intersecting to show three colors in harmony. Roland takes this carefully from the edges and holds it up for Taiki to see.

"Ta-da. What do you think?"

Taiki was still as Roland poured paint onto his hand and then lowered it on top of his blue handprint. He smiled as he saw the red, blue and now purple handprint appear.

"It's beautiful." He smiled at him. Roland was not how he had thought of him, he seemed so serious and yet this, this small expression of artistry and joy. This was a whole other side of him.

And one that filled Taiki with joy.

"I'm no renaissance artist, but..." It'll do? And there's something about that makes it feel like he's gotten just a bit closer to Taiki now, knowing that in some ways, their lives are similar. He is no kirin, but Taiki has been through hardships Roland can sympathize with. He hopes life becomes kinder now, with no more memories to be muddled with, no more deaths to encounter.

He'll make sure of it from his end, at the very least.

Roland hands over the painting right-side up to Taiki, with a finger hovering close to the edge. "Gotta sign it. All artists sign their work before framing."

Taiki smiled at the painting as Roland turned him towards it, there was something sweet about the two handprints merged together.

He nodded at Roland and dipped his smallest finger into the blue paint. It's a little difficult to write with his little finger but soon he has signed it in the corner. Taiki.

"You should sign your name too."

Edited (editing so you get the notif that was lost <3) 2020-12-05 22:18 (UTC)

He takes his turn, wordlessly, with a smile on his face. Mimics the same action, dipping his pinky finger into the red paint this time, and signs in a flourish his name - Roland. Just Roland. Not quite the presidential signature he'd use often even in his own journal, but it's still very much his marker.

"It really does look good, huh?" Roland holds it up as much as he can, trying not to stain the rest of the page with his hands. "Let's call it...An Ode to World-Hopping Friends, by two budding painters."

Taiki smiled at that and nodded, "That is a fitting name for it." Almost too grand for what it was, but that in itself was a sort of beauty. Something so simple, yet something that had been fun and pleasant to make.

He smiled as he looked at it. "We should go and wash our hands while it dries, so we don't ruin it."

"Good idea. Remind me to get a frame for this on the next platform. You should do this with Gyousou too, and have that framed. Have handprint paintings with everyone, I say. Heh." Friends, at least. He carefully sets the paper down to dry and scoots himself out of the bench and table, coffee completely and totally forgotten.

"Let's go, then. Maybe we can ask your friend over there to paint something next." He nudges playfully on the direction of the jerboa, who at least, has grown relatively used to Roland's presence.

He smiled at that, it was difficult to think of Lord Gyousou doing something such as hand printing. But then again he wouldn't have thought it something Roland would have come up with himself.

He smiled over at Gyōkō and reached out to encourage the jerboa into his crate, at least whilst they went to wash their hands. He doesn't want the tiny creature to get into any danger.

"I think he could do a good footprint picture. But I'm not sure if paint would be harmful to him..."

"Oh, you're right. Sorry."

Though if the paint was meant for kids...It would be non-toxic, right? Still, that doesn't mean animal friendly. Roland shrugs nonchalantly and offers the tiny creature a smile.

"Well, we'll find a way to integrate his footprint into our blossoming art career, Taiki. Do you think clay would be good? He could step on it while it's forming and we could bake it into a little medallion."

Where was the closest sink - right, a little ways back across the expanse of the train moving to the sleeper cabins. Roland leads the way out of courtesy.

"No... You don't need to be sorry. I don't know... if it would be."

He doesn't want to harm him, he's trying to be a responsible pet owner.

He smiled at the suggestion though. "We could try... He would probably like walking in clay."

It would probably be an interesting sensation for a little jerboa. Taiki followed Roland as he spoke.

"I'll see what I can purchase at the store. It's nice to have small projects like this when we've got time between missions."

Which is something Roland can only say now, all his experiences between worlds stacking up and developing into something actually meaningful. It tickled his fancy to know that if he could frame what they made, Taiki would be able to keep a memorabilia from their time together on the train. Whatever that meant, or however possible it was for kirins in the void and their eventual return trip home. One day.

They'll always have a nice handprint on paper to remember.

The trip to wash their hands is a short one, and he allows Taiki to come into the booth first, space a premium. So he stands outside, like a guard.

"Yes, it is nice to do things in between." He nodded and then fell silent as he washed his hands, doing his best to not make too much of a mess in the sink.

He was mostly successful, managing to rinse away any paint from the basin. He stepped outside when he was done, to make room for Roland.

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