Dessine-moi comme l'un de vos filles françaises (Théo)

[Lucio & Marco Victore]

When Lucio and Marco first saw their elusive French roommate, they had the thought that he would make a gorgeous model. Specially for their glitter and body paint designs. The only problem with their thought was the fact it never really crossed their minds that they should ask permission. Or even give the poor, unsuspecting French boy even a mild hint as to their plans. But no. Lucio was quite content to just go along with their plan without telling Théo about it.

Marco hummed slightly as he went over the notes for class, adding a few things here and there to the borders as he consulted his textbook. Doing everything to ignore the fact his brother was currently standing by the edge of their door peering out into the living room as if he was expecting some kind of elaborate prank to go off at any moment. Lucio glanced over every few minutes before turning his attention back to where he was watching the object of their current 'we-need-to-fix-this' obsession slowly fall asleep on the couch.

"He's asleep." Marco spoke up suddenly, though Lucio was pretty sure he had been about to speak. Not his brother. But both Italian's shrugged it off and tried to ignore anything that might have meant for them. Instead, Lucio just grinned like a mad man and grabbed a small box sitting on the dresser by the door. Inside was various body paints, glitter, paint brushes, and stencils so that they could accomplish their idea.

A few moments of silence passed between the twins before they very slowly pushed open the door, Marco glancing nervously at the French boy just in case he woke up. When no noise came from the male they continued forward and started unloading their case on the floor in front of Théo, glancing between themselves and the pastry summoner just in case the noise was enough for their presence to be made known. Once again they weren't disappointed. Without any further sneaking about or whispering Lucio popped open the top to one of the paints, dipped the brush in, and leaned in to Théo to start the designs on his fingers.

((Does this work?
I dunno.))

[Théo Allard]

Théo didn't exactly take it upon himself to meet his dorm mates. There were the twins, and they were... something, and the other guy just seemed really quiet. So he didn't really socialize with them. Simple as that. He kept to himself, and it wasn't like he was in his dorm half of the time anyway, so it wasn't something to bother himself with.

As it was, he had collapsed on the couch in the common room. He was a pretty lazy person, you could see him slobbing about in a lot of different places - on a bench, in the courtyard, in the middle of lessons, he was discriminatory as to where he would ignore other people. Today, the couch had been the closest option, and the most comfortable, even with his bed only a short distance away. The reason he had been in the common room in the first place was that he wanted to make something, some sugar cookies or whatever, but he had been distracted. By cushions.

When the twins decided to leave their natural habitat, Théo did nothing more than he had beforehand - slumber. He slept like a log. Even as his hands began being coloured. He was blissfully oblivious.

[Lucio & Marco Victore]

The twins were cautious as they slowly began to decorate their roommate in a combination of swirls and harsh lines that should have worked but did; stopping every few seconds just to glance at the sleeping French boy, glancing between each other, and ducking back to their work like nothing had happened. They weren't aware that the other male was a heavy sleeper so they operated under the assumption that Théo might wake any moment. Specially that he might wake and ruin their hard worker.

Though, as the strange art climbed slowly up Théo's arms like a living vine both boys began to relax. Lucio was grinning in his usual mischievous way, paint brush behind his ear and a stripe of glitter smeared along his cheek. Marco was working hard not to laugh as he carefully pushed up Théo's shirt to try and continue the scroll work further up.

((I know it sucks.... I'm trying... :/))

[Théo Allard]

If Théo had known what was going on outside of his dreams, seeing as his reality right now was more weird and outer-worldly than his actual slumber lands, he probably would have done... something about it. The twins were like kids, he could not be too mean or terrible.

But then again, their reactions were great. It was a hard balance to strike, on the days that he actually gave a damn.

Which was never.

He would fuck around with them so much.

Well, the tables were turned. Despite it all, he remained under the veil of unconsciousness. It probably helped that he was not ticklish in the slightest. He did, however, shift in his sleep, rolling dangerously near the edge of the couch. His hand landed on... something. He did not know, and he did not care. He was still asleep. It would take a lot to wake him.