exsomniis:
━━━━ “Don’t they have unscented paints nowadays?” Joakim asked, tipping his head. “Might be pricier though—they don’t make it easy on us, yeah? Our generation, we’re poor, and everyone expects too much from us.” Nodding, he sees where the tapes are and grabs one. “How about giving me a tip on meals—what’s a good meal to make for Valentine’s?” He wondered, approaching one corner and taking a knee. “In case every restaurant and café are booked.” That way, Isaac will not be inclined to speak to the manager (this is a running joke between them ever since). “Dunno what you’re talking about, man,” Joakim remarked, grabbing a clean cloth and smoothing it over the trim. “You’re no Rod Stewart, but your voice’s solid,” he teased, looking up at Wes. “Even if its one of your favorite country songs, we’ll do it.”
“I think I’ve heard of it, but when it came to getting this we kind of opted for the cheaper options. I might have picked these paints out of the clearance but they were close enough to the color Theo wanted.” Wes rattled off with a smile, pouring the paint into the pan before dipping his brush and working around the window frame. “That’s a hard question, but usually our go to is pasta, spaghetti specifically. Something about angel hair and home made meat balls is just so sensual.” Wes spoke with exaggeration which sparked a quiet laugh to bubble at the pit of his throat. “Everything is probably booked, I don’t even think Theo and I are gonna celebrate until after closing time. Maybe even the day after. The single people deserve a place to go too, I guess.” He shrugged as he focused, painting being his second favorite part of his job. The hammer won every time, even if he sometimes hit his thumb. “You flatter me, really Joaks. Oh you’d do a country bop for little old me? Bet, you know the music to Honky Tonk?”
