Not being able to mess up was just the permission Beckett needed and he flit his way over to stand somewhat near to the other’s side. He watched with a wide eyed gaze as he demonstrated the actions necessary and hummed in contemplation. “I think I can!” he answered brightly, although another fit of giggles slipped out at the exaggerated nickname. “Nooo, stop that. I’m not a sir! I’m not!” he exclaimed. At the warning, Beckett’s eyebrows rose and he toed off his socks with a bit of difficulty so he was barefoot. Then he hesitated a moment before unzipping his warmup jacket and tossing that along with the rolled up ball of his socks back towards the doorway. In just a tank, he was feeling a bit self conscious but it was better safe than sorry. He grabbed the paintbrush and faced the wall like one might face the starting line at a track meet. “You just….” Beck tried to mimic the motions he’d seen and although more of the paint ended up on the ground beside his feet, some of it did make it to the wall. “Aha!”
Jules grinned, seeing as the boy was excited to paint with him. This was new for him, interacting with others who actually liked what he was doing. He looked over at Beck, nodding. “Alright, I wanna see you do it!”, he exclaimed, gesturing to the wall. He gave a small giggle as he heard the male protest to being called ‘sir’. He might just have a new nickname coming his way. He watched as the male stripped down a bit and grabbed a paintbrush. “Ready?”, he asked, seeing as the male set up. When he flicked the paint forward, he noticed some got on the wall and he smiled. “Good, good! That’s exactly it! Just, try and not to spill so much paint, yeah? You’re going to need a harder flick.”, he explained, dipping his brush in before flicking it forward a bit harder than the other with no paint dropped. “See what I did? Now, you try! You can always choose a different color.”, he smiled.
