Supernatural (o/o, closed.)

Her face managed to grow even redder. "I-uh…" She was out of arguments.

"Oh, gods, I'm sorry. Shutting up now," She went back to painting.

Diana resumed painting as well, a small smile on her face.

Arwen got her phone out and put the Aerosmith song back on, humming to the tune.

"You know, this could be our song." She said offhandedly as she finished up a large section of the wall, moving on to splot paint in other spots.

Arwen smiled. "It could," She almost-whispered.

Her smile brightened, and she went to brush a stray hair from her face, unknowingly smudging painto just abover her eyebrow.

"The first wall we did seems dry, right?" Arwen went over to boop the paint.

"Looks like it, yeah. The real way to tell is to just kinda-" She came over, pressing her face right up against the wall.

Arwen snorted. "My god! What if it isn't?" Then despite her better judgement, she smushed her face against the wall as well.

Laughter bubbled from her lips, shaking her shoulders. "I think it's dry. How 'bout over there?"

"Hm. Let me check," She walked in long strides and turned so half of her face was against the wall. Some of her hair was pressed on the wall, staining it purple. "Ah. Nope."

Diana removed her face from the wall, unable to speak through her laughter, so all she could do was point at Arwen's face.

"I know, I know," Arwen continued to laugh. She walked towards the bucket of paint, dipped her finger in and booped Daina's nose. "There," She stepped back. "Now we almost match."

Her eyes lit up mischievously. "Oh, do we?"

"Almost," She grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Want to match me totally?"

"Absolutely. Purple is my favorite color."

Arwen stepped closer, and smushed the side of her face to Diana's. "Now we match."

Oh god. She's so close…close enough to- Her cheeks were hot, and she was smiling. "Wouldn't want to feel left out."

"Now you aren't! We ought to take a picture of this or something," She suggested. Why did I do this…? To closetoclosetoclose

"I got you, gimme a sec." Diana wiped as much paint off her hands and onto her jeans as she could, and pulled out her phone, holding it up and snapping a couple of pictures.

"Now that our photoshoot is over, I'll be right back," She disappeared through the door, down the hall and returned with a small bucket of blue paint. "I have an idea."

"Oh, your ideas are the best!" Diana grinned, trying to wipe at some of the paint and just making it worse.

To keep a memory of this fateful day, let us both, and Bas of course, leave a handprint!" She declared, sticking her hand back into the paint.

At the mention of his name, Bas seemed to suddenly appear in the room, right by Arwen's feet. "Brilliant. Do you ever come up with bad ideas?"

"Oh, all the time. You seem to bring the good ideas out though," She blushed and stuck her hand onto the wall.

"Huh. I think I'm down with being inspiration." Diana joked, dipping her own hand in the paint.

"Sweet," Arwen lifted Bas up to put his paw on the wall.

Diana placed her hand on the wall, accidentally pressing a bit too hard and splattering the paint a bit. "Uh, whoops…"

"It adds character! Nothing is whoops about it."