Handling a small brush with larger hands was proving to be difficult. Tip soaked in a brilliant white, he pulls it carefully across the cloth material following the template he’s already made himself. Tonight ─ they wanted it done by tonight. The way those pirates talked down to him despite being so much smaller in stature made Bellamy irritable. His mind skips to anger mid-stroke and the resulting flick of the wrist is a slosh of paint across his table and onto the raven-haired woman’s top. How predictable. Anytime something needed to go wrong, it had to be worse. The only saving grace of his blunder is that, despite the mess, his current project had avoided the spill and hadn’t been ruined .
❝ Shit, sorry! ❞ it’s a bit of a curt apology beneath a loud suck of the teeth. Though his anger wasn’t at all directed at her, it likely came off that way. His attention returns to the mess he now has to clean up without even giving her a second look over and he adds, ❝ It’s not smart for you to be hovering around someone’s work space like that anyway . ❞
An exasperated sigh. He shoves the still wet brush into a messy cup of water before leaning up and wandering to the corner of the room to find a towel. A purse of the lips as he mumbles under clenched teeth ❝ Damn it, it’s all over the fucking ── ugh !! ❞ //: @ask-monkey-d-tazz starter call!! { ↯ }
