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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 7:29 am
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Doodle was spending the perfect evening by getting his paints ready for the next day. A lot of work went into getting the perfect mix of colors and he spent a few good hours on it, but he honestly enjoyed the process. He was letting a few mixtures sit and getting a new brush made when Sugar Rush appeared through the foliage.
"Oh, good evening," he said with a little smile. tilting his head a bit at her as she spoke. He had known her growing up although they never really had much one-on-one time. They both had a pretty big family and usually one of her siblings, parents, or one of his were around all the time.
"I've always got spare time for friends," he said, setting the makings of his brush aside. He had found that tying very delicate and new ferns to the end of a thick stick was the best, but he also enjoyed painting with thicker, coarser leaves and feathers. And, of course, sometimes his tail and paws got the job done.
"What can I do for you?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 11:25 am
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"Hmmmm..."
Doodle rubbed his chin with his paw as he surveyed his canvas, pausing for a moment to pull out his paints and brushes. The little gourds and coconuts were pretty colorful themselves, having held lots of different paints over the months. Once he had all his supplies out he turned to look at Sugar Rush again, tilting his head this way and that.
"Well, the color of your pelt lends itself to the sea, or the sky at night," he said finally. "Perhaps some sort of ocean with the night sky?" He began to stir his paints with his tail, making sure to dip it into the pond to rinse it before starting new color. He didn't want to get the all mixed up, after all.
"Oh yes, although it's mostly cubs and adolescents," he admitted with a laugh. "That come for body painting, at least. Other things like leaves and rocks find new homes after a few days." He had painted a rather brightly colored thief the other day to blend in with the forest, and she had promised she'd be back for more.
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AstoriaFallen
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 12:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 1:56 pm
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AstoriaFallen
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