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]

Bliss could tell that his suggestion made his frimed happy, and that made him feel all the more better.

"An open house sounds great to me." Switching to the yellow paint and finding a circle that was begging to be bright and sunny like a sun, "I was thinking of offering the adoption to the kids before then..."

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"When were you going to ask them?" he asked, moving to a triangle with the red paint. "Do you want company when you do?"

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

"I don't know really... I think soon, so we can do something special for them," he thought they needed it.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"Maybe have a sleep over and a movie night, then talk to them in the morning?" He stepped back to consider the shape he was painting and realized he'd missed a spot. "Or maybe ask Rose what she thinks? Children know what other children like best."

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

"Maybe... they might like a sleep over anyway... just because they wouldn't have to worry about dinner." Think's he'll have to go talk to the foster parents about that.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"Well, why not let them sleep over in their own room. Just don't tell them yet. Maybe ask them how they'd decorate it? Then in the morning, spring the news."

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

Deciding that the triangle he was working on needed to be two colors, Bliss opened the yellow paint and outlined it. "We'll need to build another couple of rooms then... or just make them..." He was glad his house was bigger on the inside than it looked out the out because they had built on quite a lot in this past year.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"That shouldn't be too hard," he replied, looking down and realizing he'd dripped quite a bit of red paint on his battered old shoes. "Maybe use a little bit of both? But I think it will be a nice surprise when you tell them it's theirs."

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

"I think it will be too... how about adjoining rooms though, a boys room and a girls room? They're old enough now to start wanting their own..." Dipping his paint brush in the red paint, then working on the circle adjoining the blue and yellow triangle.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"I hadn't thought of that. That's a good point." He kicked off his shoes, set them in the middle of the room, then went back to painting. It was easier to clean his bare feet than the shoes. "Their own separate rooms. They really will be surprised!"

[littlebitobliss.livejournal.com]

Laughing, "Definitly surprised. But they deserve it, they've had such a hard life." He was so very tempted to splash paint at him.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

The funny thing about the bond that they shared was that sometimes Mister Smith caught a glimmer of what Bliss was thinking or, more specifically, feeling. He glanced over at his friend and caught him contemplating the brush in his hands.

"Wait. I think you missed a spot," he said. When Bliss turned to look at the wall, Smith flicked his wrist and sent a thin splatter of paint from his brush across the back of Bliss's wings.

[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."