Making Amends

[mistersmith_tm]

Rose had not been happy with him. Not at all. And she let him know exactly how upset and worried she'd been about his getting himself hurt so badly -- again! -- right after she hugged him and kissed him and squealed with glee to find him up and about. Rose hadn't been very surprised to find him suddenly (miraculously) healed literally overnight or that the Voice had finally gone, and that worried him a little bit. Even more than her scolding him. Still, there'd been a lot of crying and apologies followed by more hugging and kissing. And promises, of course. Promises that he meant from the bottom of his heart and would keep as best he could. Rose accepted them on faith and love and, as far as her little 6 year old mind was concerned, that settle everything.

Except. Mister Smith still needed to find Bliss and apologize to him as well.

He passed quite a number of surprised (and apparently relieved) servants, none of whom expected to see him out of bed for a month at least, but not Bliss. Apparently the god had gone out early that morning to attend to some business.

"But," said Samual, trying to hide how happy he was to see the young man up and walking around, "You will probably find him out by the playhouse. He hasn't stopped working on it since . . . before."

The playhouse he and Bliss had started over a month ago had grown considerably since last he saw it. Bliss must have been working on it every day, and that made Mister Smith feel even more guilty and sad. It was hidden from childish eyes by a glamour but Smith could see it clearly. Just as he could see his best friend standing off to one side, mixing a bucket of bright blue paint.

"Can I help?" he asked a bit hesitantly.

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[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

Spreading out his wings and shaking them, at Smith... "The best way to have them..." flicking his paintbrush at Smith and getting red on his shirt.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

He looked down at his shirt then nodded. "Right." Bending down calmly, he picked up the brush in the green paint and sent another splatter Bliss's way.

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

Laughing loudly, Bliss dipped his paint brush in the red paint again and flicked it at Smith, getting some in his hair and even more on the wall... his wings were now a couple of different colors.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

How wonderful it felt to be having fun again! And with his best friend. He picked up a brush in each hand and, laughing, splattered Bliss with yellow and green. The two lines of paint turned blue where they crossed.

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

((green and yellow turned blue? shouldn't it be blue and yellow turned green? *teases*))

"Hey..." Bliss was laughing and picked up a paint brush covered in blue paint and started advancing on Smith.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

Blue? He scratched his head, unknowingly spreading paint through his hair. Now that wasn't supposed to happen! Maybe there was already some magic in the playhouse that --

He saw Bliss, armed and ready for a paint assault. He tried to dodge out of the way and manage to dip his brushes into the cans at the same time.

((oops! *looks sheepish*)

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

"Oh no you don't..." Bliss laughed as he went after Smith, getting him on the back and side with the paint brushes, only to find himself with a great big streak of paint right down his front.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

Turning around to face Bliss, he threw back his left hand, arching it over his head, then extended his right with a paint loaded brush, like a fencer waiting to parry. "Oh yes, I DO!" he laughed, jabbing forward and quickly painting an "S" on a clean spot on Bliss' shirt.

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

Laughing Bliss fought off the paintbrush with his own, getting a yellow stripe arcoss his cheek. It was great, they haven't had a time like this in ages.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

Where was a squirt gun when you needed one? Laughing, Mister Smith engaged Bliss in a paint duel to the giggle . . . finding that he was winding up with as many strokes across arms and chest and even a wide swath across his cheek as he managed to land on Bliss. Finally, he tossed down his brush and tackled Bliss, tickling him to the ground.

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

Laughing, Bliss found him self on the ground, being tickled. Having knocked over a bucket of paint in the process of falling, his wings were soaked in the sticky liquid, but that didn't stop him from trying to tickle right back.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

Bliss managed to get a few good tickles in when he let his guard slip but the paint soaking his wings helped to keep him down and vulnerable. Of course, the pool of paint on the floor was now soaking his trousers and shirt and starting to dry against his skin.

"I think we're sticking to the playhouse," he observed as he sat back on his heels. He looked down at the multicolored floor they'd created, like a huge finger painting, and laughed. "I like it."

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

Sitting up, feathers sticking up in every which direction and others plastered together. He looked at the floor and grinned, "I like it too... and the kids will like it even more because it looks like it was fun to make."

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"And messy. Children love messy," he agreed. Reaching out, he righted the overturned paint cans. Not that it mattered, since they were all empty, their contents smeared across the room's floor. "It was fun," he admitted with a laugh.