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Okay, this is... kind of a dumb question, but—

[Hope leans back a little and sighs, adjusting the sling around his left arm with a slight wince. He's somewhat arched awkwardly over the journal's view, the book itself spread across his lap since he currently only has one hand to work the thing.]

I just moved into a new house, and I'm sick of this colour. [He shifts his upper body to the side, attempting to prop up the journal to show what he means. What the camera catches instead is a blurred view of the plain walls zipping past before it slips from his hand and falls to the floor with a thump.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, the boy stoops to pick the thing up, dropping it onto the bed next to him with a bit of a scowl.]

... forget it. But really, I'm going to paint the walls in my room this time, and I don't care if I get in trouble. So... does anyone know what would be a good colour, because... um... my favourite colours wouldn't look very good. [Day-Glo orange walls? No.]

[A pause.]

Can we... can we even get paint here?

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[Very shortly thereafter, because he's stir-crazy after spending several days recovering from the battle, he'll be found either en route to or at the the plaza—which is essentially right next to his new home (House #41) anyway—journal tucked beneath his good arm.]

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... what are you even talking about? "Fruity"? What's that even supposed to mean?

Why would I want to paint my room in fruit colours? I'm trying to stay away from that kind of thing.

No, no. Like, you know, making the accent pillows match the ceiling color.

... accent pillows?

[Though the other kid can't see it, he's now frowning and staring over his bed.]

I didn't know this was going to be so... complicated. What are accent pillows? I only have one pillow...

Pillows that help set the mood of the room, dude. Tell you want - you let me in, and I'll help you make sure it's Shui cique.

Well... okay. [With no small amount of apprehension. All he can think about now is some kid covering his room in fruit or something weird.] I live in house forty-one.

Alright, give me an hour to collect me things and I'll be right there!

[And he will be there in all of his sherpa hat and ten year old glory, with a large duffel bag over his shoulder to boot]

[Well, he has no idea what to expect or what this kid will even look like, just that it'll be... some kid. Who apparently likes fruit. So Hope'll be waiting at the front of their humble abode. Once Dil approaches he lifts a hand in a half-hearted wave, expression unreadable.]

Hi. Um... we never even exchanged names. I'm Hope.

Oh right! Sorry dude, I'm Dil. [With a thumb jerked at his face to make that clear. And he's well - he's hesitant to actually come in until invited, so he just stands there with a smile after the belayed introductions]

Nice to meet you. [He gives that duffel bag an apprehensive once-over, resisting the urge to lift an eyebrow in question and instead turns to lead the way inside.] Um... my room's this way.

[And he leads the younger boy down the corridor that would lead to his room. Behind one of the doors they pass by, the faint sounds of scratching and whining can be heard, but he ignores it for the time being, pushing open the door that would lead to his own room.]

We just moved here and then there was the draft, so... [It's... pretty bare-bones as far as a bedroom goes right now, with just a bed, dresser and desk. And the typical teenage-boy pile of clothes in one corner. Almost painfully bland, really.]

[So bland. The minute he comes in here he frowns, framing his eyes - well, one of them - with his hand and looking through the "lens"]

I'm not feeling any romance between you and this room.

Romance? [Hope blinks at that comment, idly scratching his head. What an odd thing to say.] I, um... what does that mean?

I dunno, it just sounded cool! [He lowers his hand now, turning back to Hope with a smile] But what do you think makes a room for you... you?

[Hope lifts a shoulder in a distracted sort of shrug, staring at the boy's cap for a moment. ~~And he might be a touch jealous.~~] Um... I'm not sure. I mean... my old room had all of my stuff in it, but... obviously that's not here.

And before you ask, my walls there were a wooden shade of brown. I didn't like that, either, but my dad wouldn't let me paint over it.

Well I can tell you now, not yellow but... I like the idea of of a green. A nice, vibrant green! And maybe a duck point, right there! [He points to the left corner of the room, grinning]

I would say a river, but that would just be weird.

A what? [Hope gapes in the direction of the indicated corner for a moment, then frowns, folding his arms across his chest.]

Seriously? ...I don't think Lightning will let me keep ducks in my room.

Who's Lightning?

[Presumably the person he's living with, that that name is so cool it derails him entirely]

She's my partner. [A bit proudly.] And she lives here too... along with two others.

Really? Are they all cool? [Partner brings a few things to mind, but he is now picturing another kid like them]

I... guess so. [Which really means yes, but he has to keep his teenage cred and all.] Um... there's Aerith and Zack, too. They're both pretty nice. [Hope idly scratches the back of his neck.]

So... what's in that bag, anyway?

Glad you asked! In here, I have my material necessary for making a room tres Shui. [And down the bag goes. Out of it comes...! First, a small throw pillow. Second, a can of primer (black, by the looks of it), third, a paint brush, and fourth, a swiss army knife. There's clearly a few more items in there, but nothing too big.]

[The throw pillow is what he notices first, making a grab for it.] Is this a... an accent pillow? [Hope turns it over in his hands, inspecting it curiously, before letting his eyes fall over the rest of the items.]

What's the knife for?

It's a swiss army knife dude, what isn't it for?

[Dully]

Painting rooms, for one thing. [As he's giving the pillow in his hands a little toss, letting it flop onto the bed. But the paint does grab his interest.] This looks kind of... dark.

It's a primer, which means uh... I think you put it on under paint?

[A little shift and] I couldn't find real paint.

It's okay. [Hope smiles a little at that.] I'm going to go find real paint later, so I'll hold onto this. Maybe it does go on underneath. I've never painted a room before... it seems really involved, huh.

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