gravity_grrl | RP with Number Five

RP with Number Five

[Paint Rollers?
Check.
Plastic Tarp to protect the floors?
Check.
Three different shades of Pink?
Check Mate.

Roxy stands in her new apartment (okay it's not new new but it's new to her) in a pair of short shorts, a bralette, and a baseball cap. She looks around, trying to figure out where she wants to start painting, she's thought ahead and taped the paint swatches to the corresponding walls so she knows which pink is going where. Now all she needs is her designated helper to arrive....
While she waits she cracks open a beer, turns up the volume on her bluetooth speaker and begins to sing along to the song that's playing, after all she might as well enjoy the acoustics of her new place while it's empty.]

You make me weep and want to die, just when you said we'd try
Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other....

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That makes sense, I just opted to not wear a lot of clothes therefore I won't get paint on them.

[She giggles as he swats her ass and presses a kiss on his jawline.]

Plus I'm sure I'll get all hot and sweaty....from painting.
How are you, handsome?

You sure, you're not half naked to just torture me while we're suppose to be working?

[ He laughs as he turns his head enough to capture her lips in a brief kiss. ]

Right, from painting, sure.

[ He teases, dropping a kiss to the tip of her nose. ]

Any time I'm with you, I'm great. So which pink are we putting up first?

It's not torture, it's being able to enjoy a nice view while you work.

[She counters, kissing him back.]

You are just so sweet.

[She says when he kisses her nose.]

I figured we'd start in the bedroom since we are doing the walls and the ceiling.

It torture when the nice view is entirely distracting.

[He retorts because half naked Roxy is always going to be distracting to him.]

Only for you.

[He pulls a baseball cap out of his back pocket and puts it on his head as he glances toward her bedroom.]

Alright then, let's get started.

[He adds with a playful wink.]

Whaaaaat?! Little ol me? Distracting?

[She says and turns to one side, bending over slightly to better showcase her ass to him.]

I'd never do such a thing.

[The addition of the baseball cap to his outfit makes her grin, he's just too adorable in this 'working man's outfit' and she has to fight the urge to kiss him again.]

Okay, I've hung up the swatches so you know which shade of pink goes where. Seeing how you can't seem to distinguish subtle shades.

[She teases as they go into the bedroom, where she's already laid down a tarp on the floor and laid out the rollers.]

I'll get the ceiling if you want to start on the walls.

[ He playfully rolls his eyes at her innocent routine and the way she taunts him with her ass out. ]

Yeah right, you're so innocent.

[ He retorts back, giving her another gentle swat to the behind. ]

Whatever, Rox. I still don't see the purpose of painting one room three different shades of pink. But this is your pepto bismal fantasy. So let's get started.

[ He jokes as he goes start on one of the walls, since she has claimed the ceiling.]

[When he slaps her ass she giggles and bounces off towards her bedroom.]

I'll have you know that it's not a pepto bismal fantasy! It's a pink pussy palace fantasy.

[She opens up the cans of paint and hands Five the correct color, pouring out hers after and then grabbing a roller. She then uses her powers to float herself easily up to the ceiling to begin painting. The first stroke is by far the most satisfying, and soon she's humming to herself happily as she covers the ceiling.]

So how was your day? Get up to anything?

You make it sound like you are putting together a strip club rather than an apartment.

[ He comments with a laugh as he goes to open the can of paint she gives him and pour it into the paint tray. ]

Not really, I was mainly trying to find this get up in my size. The shoes and the hat were the easier finds. I also had a quick chat with my friend, Carter.

[ He mentions as he sets to work on painting the wall he's standing at as she floats up to start painting her ceiling. ]

Mmmm well I'm certainly open to performing lap dances in here, but only to a very select clientele....

[She says as she tips him a wink.]

The hat is probably the most bizarre part to see you in, like you look adorable don't get me wrong but it's so..... casual?

Is this select clientele expected to tip?

[He jokes as he continues the tssk at hand.]

What did you expect me paint in a three piece suit or something? Come on, babe. I can be practical too.

[She looks over her shoulder at him, eyebrow raised and a mischievous grin on her face.]

Mmmm maybe, but only if it's just the tip....

[She floats down to grab her beer, taking a quick sip and then returning to the ceiling. Thank god for powers because going up and down a ladder would be such a pain.]

You're almost always practical. And I wasn't expecting a three piece suit, I was expecting jeans and a collared shirt though.

No, you're not distracting at all.

[ He sighs but lets out an amused laugh. He resists the urge to offer up the tip of tongue.]

I finally have nice clothes why would I want to ruin them? For forty years I had to scavenge for clothes. So I never really had nice clothes that fit me properly until I joined the Commission.

[She giggles in response, knowing that they are both thinking about the same things but they really do need to get some work done. Maybe later when the paint is drying she can distract him....]

That's understandable. Did the Commission have like, a personal tailor that made you suits and stuff?

[He'll gladly take her as a snack during their lunch break. In the meantime he focuses on painting the walls in smooth even strokes.]

They were stationed in the fifties adjacent. So most suit shops did tailoring when you picked out a suit. It was nice. They would measure you and everything.

Ooooh fancy!

[She pauses, looking over at him curiously.]

Do you have any photos of yourself from back then?

No, the Commission has all that stuff. I only pictures for personnel files at that point.

[He explains while continuing to paint.]

Ah okay.

[It's understandable and she's not upset but she is curious to know what he looked like at that point in time. Seeing how that's the time his body and mind were the same age.]

A little birdie told me that there's also no photos of you when you were really little, which is a shame because I bet you were a real cutie when you were a baby.

What? You've been talking to Klaus about our baby pictures?

[He asks a little surprised that was even a topic between them.]

Our dad wasn't sentimental. If there are any pictures they would be in his files. Remember we were his test subjects not just his adopted children. I doubt he cared if we looked cute at any point.

Nope, Allison.

[She glances at him and sees the look of surprise on his face.]

I ran into her at the mall a few days ago and we started talking while we were shopping.

And I figured your Dad wouldn't have photos but maybe one of you would take photos of the others, like Vanya or Luther.

You mean as kids? Or as adults? Because I'm pretty sure Allison would be the only one of us who would take pictures now. Back then we weren't allowed to have cameras.

[ Oh well she and Allison bumping into each while shopping makes sense. He shrugs as he's never really cared about having pictures of himself at any age.]

Honestly there might security camera footage of us. The old man was always keeping tabs on us.

Kids, adults, both. I was just curious if you've always been so adorable.

[She wrinkles her nose at the mention of the security camera footage.]

Yeaaaaah that's not creepy at all.

Speaking of photos though....

[She floats down to where he is and takes out her phone, flipping it around to take a picture of the two of them together.]

C'mere. I want to be a total dork and document everything adorable in my new place.

There wasn't anything adorable about when I was an old man. I was pretty haggard from trying to survive.

[He jokes because he knows she wasn't talking about that specific time period. He shrugs at reaction to the security camera comment.]

It is, what it id, Rox. I didn't have a normal childhood in any sense of the word.

[ He just lets out a laugh at her wanting to take pictures.]

I don't want to be posted all over your Instagram or Facebook. Just fyi. I don't have a social media presence and I intend to keep it that way.

[He is far too paranoid to maintain an online presence.]

Even if you were haggard I bet your eyes were still pretty.

[She insists because come on, it's true. Even the apocalypse couldn't take that away from him.]

I know you didn't, it's just stuff like that is extra creepy to me since we had it back in the I.O training camp. I managed to find one vent in that entire area that didn't have cameras so I used to go there and smoke when I was stressed out.

[She kisses his cheek while she takes a bunch of photos of them.]

I know and I won't post them, these are just for me to look at.

I don't know about that. I bet they were looking pretty dead by that point. I was reaching a breaking point when I got recruited.

[He admits because he doubts he wasn't looking wore down as his spark was almost entirely snuffed out by the time the Commission sent the Handler.]

Heh I use to find blind spots to hang out in back too. I didn't smoke though. That's a habit that never developed. I just drink a lot of liquor.

[He chuckles turning his head to capture her lips as she goes to kiss his cheek.]

Let's get back to work, babe. There is a lot of painting to get done.

[ He tells her as he drops another kiss to her lips. ]

Understandably so, my poor Five.

[She says sympathetically.]

That's good at least, it's not a good habit to have and is a bitch to quit. I've tried like six times now.

[She clicks off the last picture just as he captures a kiss on her lips and she smiles, knowing that photo will probably be her favorite out of all of them.]

Yes sir.

[She replies cheekily and kisses him again before stuffing her phone back into her back pocket and floating back up to the ceiling to get back to work. They continue for a while and before too long the room starts to look perfectly pink, she sighs and drops down onto the floor and looks around at the finished room.]

I fucking love this. It's so pretty!

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