“Ya ya whatever” Barrel rolled his eyes but smiled. “Sick, and you know, if you’re feeling up to it, you could paint his hair green” Barrel shrugged casually. “If you’re up for it though, doesn’t really matter, I don’t care”
Quasimodo chuckled, “I’ll see if I’m up to it.” he assured, dipping his thin brush in a carefully blended color and going back to his work, “You’re weird, you know that?” he said jokingly, though his voice was soft t the light jest in case Barrel took it the wrong way and he could quickly beg forgiveness.















