gabrielxserrano:
He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh great, probably rambling on about the Yeti. I most certainly am not going to sit through that again,” he joked. “And neither are you, so grab that brush,” he instructed, now ‘protecting’ Eamon from the torture that is his sister, and now Gabe’s betrothed, endless talk of cryptids. After a few moments of painting, he grinned, looking to the other. “You have my word I will deal with her… Even if it is only so I don’t get her sent after me by you. I can only assume you would rile her up to be very angry first toward me,” he replied with a laugh.
“You know...” Eamon started, locating and picking up the brush regardless. “I’m pretty used to her rambling, I’ve literally grown up with it. So you’d suffer more any day.” Dipping the brush into the tin he slapped it against the wall, painting a streak down it. His parents had given him a semester of art tutoring when he was younger, but otherwise he had never actually held a paintbrush. Looking over at Gabriel he gave a knowing look. “Of course I would. Why would I send her to you completely placid?”




















