[ A door is an opening inside a building aka a window, it's the same thing.
He hops a little to help get himself through the window, pulling himself through and dusting imaginary dust off the sides of his pants after. It's only then that he looks up and freezes, taking in how Stark everything is. ]
...You live here?
[ It's clean and open but also unnerving somehow, the way something too perfect can be ]
[this was exactly her reaction when she was led here, honestly.]
Unfortunately. [she says, annoyed.] It's not my thing. But I'm going to make it my thing. Whether they like it or not.
[he'll see she's already gotten started - the room she's pulled him into has crisp white walls, artwork hung here and there, expensive furniture. but all of the paintings that have people in them have mustaches drawn on them with a whiteboard marker, as well as angry eyebrows. the walls have drawings on them that look like this and this, in various earth tone colors. there's paint splattered and smeared across the floor, too.]
[this is incredible i'm glad their drawings match.]
Which one are you in again? [also, she laughs at the splatter on the ground because that's her aesthetic.] Nice.
[she hops over to the wall that he drew "blood" across, and crouches so she can fingerpaint something that looks like a body outline. this won't be a problem for later this week.]
[and then she grins when he lays down, noodling her way over to him.]
Hold still. [and she STABS HIM.
no she doesn't she splatters paint all over the floor around him and smudges it artistically to make it look like he got stabbed a lot of times. she's surprisingly detailed with the way it looks, like she's seen a lot of blood splatters for reference.]
[ How I would've accepted him getting stabbed. Curfew is just him having fallen asleep on the floor covered in blood paint splatters.
Once Nimona's gotten the finishing touches in, Hanako carefully rolls over and adds some smeared handprints to the ground, and then paints a shaky RHIN with an incomplete N that trails off before the dying message can be completed. ]
[she's going to attempt to noogie him, making little cat mrrrp mrrowwwl sounds as she does. she's not a cat those noises just happen sometimes, it's fine.]
[ He lets out a shout, laughing and trying to squirm away from Nimona's grasp but only managing to twist himself around and smear red paint across her cheek with his hand, like war paint ]
[she cackles even when he gets her with the red smear, doing her absolute best to get him good. there's a bunch of wriggling, and then she makes a huffy sound and pomfs into a cat, scrambling to stand on his head instead.
the red smear stays, visible through her pink fur!]
[ Oh that's cheating, with how notoriously difficult cats are to keep a hold of when they don't want to be held, but at least he's got some head protection in the form of his hat ]
I... gotcha! [ picks her up from the scruff of the neck and dangles her in front of his face ]
It should have been like this in the first place.
[ Aka Nimona being a small creature, and Hanako unceremoniously tossing her up at the ceiling so she can paw-paint up there too ]
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w0, MONDAY
if he's wandering by the white tiger dorm, nimona sticks her head out from inside and waves him down.]
Hey! You busy? Come here.
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What's going on?
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[waggles paint at him. it's blue, and in a tube, but it's the best she can do.]
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Sure! Here, let me in!
[ Holds his arms up. Pull him up through the window ]
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Yeah yeah - hup -- [she reaches down and yanks him up in through the window, because that's how we get into buildings i guess. what is a door.]
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He hops a little to help get himself through the window, pulling himself through and dusting imaginary dust off the sides of his pants after. It's only then that he looks up and freezes, taking in how Stark everything is. ]
...You live here?
[ It's clean and open but also unnerving somehow, the way something too perfect can be ]
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Unfortunately. [she says, annoyed.] It's not my thing. But I'm going to make it my thing. Whether they like it or not.
[he'll see she's already gotten started - the room she's pulled him into has crisp white walls, artwork hung here and there, expensive furniture. but all of the paintings that have people in them have mustaches drawn on them with a whiteboard marker, as well as angry eyebrows. the walls have drawings on them that look like this and this, in various earth tone colors. there's paint splattered and smeared across the floor, too.]
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Our dorm has so much color it makes my eyes hurt, but I'll take that over this.
[ He picks up a tube of red, and lets some splatter on the ground and across the wall, like an artistic trail of blood ]
There!
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Which one are you in again? [also, she laughs at the splatter on the ground because that's her aesthetic.] Nice.
[she hops over to the wall that he drew "blood" across, and crouches so she can fingerpaint something that looks like a body outline. this won't be a problem for later this week.]
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[ can't believe somebody splatted against the wall and died...
Hanako sits down on the floor and then lays on his back ]
Do me next!
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[and then she grins when he lays down, noodling her way over to him.]
Hold still. [and she STABS HIM.
no she doesn't she splatters paint all over the floor around him and smudges it artistically to make it look like he got stabbed a lot of times. she's surprisingly detailed with the way it looks, like she's seen a lot of blood splatters for reference.]
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Once Nimona's gotten the finishing touches in, Hanako carefully rolls over and adds some smeared handprints to the ground, and then paints a shaky RHIN with an incomplete N that trails off before the dying message can be completed. ]
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unfortunately she thinks this is very funny.] $%#!ing snitch!
[she says fondly.]
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Should've silenced me when you had the chance, then!
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[she's going to attempt to noogie him, making little cat mrrrp mrrowwwl sounds as she does. she's not a cat those noises just happen sometimes, it's fine.]
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[ He lets out a shout, laughing and trying to squirm away from Nimona's grasp but only managing to twist himself around and smear red paint across her cheek with his hand, like war paint ]
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the red smear stays, visible through her pink fur!]
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I... gotcha! [ picks her up from the scruff of the neck and dangles her in front of his face ]
It should have been like this in the first place.
[ Aka Nimona being a small creature, and Hanako unceremoniously tossing her up at the ceiling so she can paw-paint up there too ]
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Put me down or I'm going to eat your eyeballs.
[she would love to be tossed in the air in any way but this]
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she shakes out her fur like a dog, and sneezes. and then throws her little paws out wide.]
He can be taught!
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Just thought I'd keep my eyeballs today! I'm going to need them later.
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Good choice. No promises, though, they look delicious. [this is a joke, probably.]
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Getting a taste of me already?
[ he tastes like paint ]
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