Growing Roses in Disarray (Evony)

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy tugged at the bottom of her tongue piercing in between her teeth, rattling the little piece of metal as she attempted to regain some semblance of calm. It was a bad habit, but it helped calm her down. Damn Lucy and playing with her slight embarrassment. Not only was she fretting over this new development but was also extremely curious to see the Wonder Woman design on the Australian's back. It seemed she kept on getting better and better. "Shut up! It's just hot in here that's all!" She frowned, scrunching her brow and exhaling slowly.

Clenching her jaw the Blue bird let out a low growl, glancing away in an attempt to ventilate the heat in her cheeks. "Of course you'd want to know what goes on in my head, and yes it looks fantastic! And you better not be making Frosta a thing!" She huffed, squirming lightly in her seat from the tingling sensation in her abdomen. Not now, not now, not now, her mind repeated, retracing every thought back to something more user friendly.

Urgh the thought of being forced down by Lucy - wait no, do not go there!

Clearing her throat the thief let out an audible sigh, flicking her gaze back to the brown eyed beauty. Clicking her tongue the porcelain skinned girl glanced back at Lucy and then at the pencil. In all honesty she wouldn't be surprised, Lucy did mention wanting to kick her in the face. "Hmph. Bring it on Australia." She rebutted, lifting up her chin and flashing Lucy a twisted little grin. "You clearly need to stop playing such violent games!" She chuckled, rolling her eyes with a tilt of her head.

It seemed Lucy enjoyed Evy's struggle for composure, if this was a game then there was no denial Lucy was coming out on top. Especially now that she'd chosen to interlock hands again, a dirty trick. Flinching ever so slightly, the girl let a sharp breath pass through her teeth. Swallowing the squeal in the back of her throat the Blue bird stared the girl in the eyes, instinctively gnawing on her lower lip. "You are a lot better at this than you had me believe..." She murmured, flexing her fingers that were in between Lucy's. Why were her hands always so warm?

"Are you hoping to achieve anything from this blatant risk-taking or are you just an adrenalin junkie looking for a thrill?" She asked quietly, staring at Lucy's hand whilst brushing a strand of cerulean from her face. On her face was the smallest of smiles, a genuine smile, one which formed a lovely curve on her peachy lips. It could only be hidden with her gaze focused on Lucy's fingers. The Blue bird felt happy.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Oh, it's a thing." Lucy replied with a not-so-subtle raise of her eyebrows. "Seriously, you look just like her. Your hair just needs to be a liiiiittle lighter."

Pursing her lips, Lucy weighed her options as her dark eyes flicked between the face before her and the somewhat blunt pencil tip nearby. It didn't look like it'd hurt either way, but with a swift motion she drew a small line across her cheek. "Ah, look at that. I missed your eye." She smirked through her words, turning the instrument in her hand while keeping her gaze steadily on the bright eyes in front of her. "If you didn't suck so hard at games, I might let you play with me." She pointed out, relishing the double meaning behind her words because why the hell not?

"...Better at what?" Lucy asked, showing genuine curiosity with a small, inquisitive tilt of her head. "Being nice?"

Oh, she had to put a bit of thought into things now. Lucy furrowed her eyebrows slightly in the silence, glancing at her free hand and noting the various colours of paint chips underneath her nails. It was an insignificant detail to most, anyway. "I'm scared of being pushed off the side of a building; do I sound like an adrenalin junkie to you?" She asked, expertly turning the question back on her. Lucy kept her gaze on Evony despite the unrequited eye contact, her thumb tracing slow patterns along her skin. "You?" She asked quietly, feeling a slight serious shift in her own demeanour; "What do you want from me?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

A cool stream of air passed through the thief's teeth, lips stifling a a giggle as she felt the pencil run across her skin. Oh, so Lucy was now playing with her, time to fight back. "Woah woah woah Lucy, don't jump to conclusions that quickly. I don't suck at games, I just allow sore losers their time to shine." Evy smirked with a knowing grin, combing her fingers through her cerulean locks. "And if I suck so badly why not teach me? I've been told I'm a good student..." She whispered, brushing her fringe over to one side before removing some lint off of the Australian's shirt.

They still needed that Tetris game, Lucy would then know the taste of defeat. The Blue bird kept that in the back of her mind, she'll definitely remind the Australian later.

"Better at surprising me." Evy whispered, furrowing her brow in an attempt to make sense of that somewhat vague statement. "I just don't know if you're going to kick me, kiss me or cuss at me...its, well it's thrilling!" Evy shrugged daintily, giving Lucy a warm simper. She allowed a drawn out sigh to pass over her lips, something quickly followed by a light giggle. "Oh shush you, you're the scary one whether you like it or not." She smiled, nodding down to towards the tattooed beast on Lucy's arm.

Lucy's deflection of the question was expertly handled, so much so that the porcelain skinned swindler had to give her props for it. The mood was a lot more quiet, not overbearing but more reflective, intimate if she had to give it a name. Pursing her lips the girl flicked her tongue piercing against the roof of her mouth, contemplating how to answer.

What do I want from her?

Clearing her throat and bringing her gaze up to Lucy's the girl blinked slowly, as if it would mark her transition into the more serious subject matter. "I want your honesty, because whatever this is...some clarity of mind would be nice. So...you know, it confirms a mutual understanding between us both..." She answered thoughtfully, catching her piercing between her teeth whilst she locked her eyes on Lucy's lips. They were beautifully curved, soft and supple but she wasn't necessarily staring at them for any particular reason; it's simply where her gaze fell. "It would probably be too much if I said I also wanted to come back at nighttime..." She whispered with a blush, drooping her eyes back down to Lucy's hand.

The Blue bird did miss the comfort of Lucy's embrace during their nights together, not only did she sleep better but it was one of those raw moments were she felt completely vulnerable, yet on the flip side, completely safe. She thrived off the girl's intimacy and warmth but admitting that would surely weird out the Australian, or so she thought anyways.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I don't think I could doubt you more." Lucy pointed out. She still had it in mind that they had some kind of longstanding Tetris date-type thing. And it made her wonder if she should practice with the awfully dated game to ensure she didn't actually lose. There was pride on the line. She couldn't talk a big game without back it up, right? "Oh god, I'd rather stab myself in the eye." She retorted, grinning to herself, "Doors first. You gotta take these things slow."

Surprising her. Lucy pursed her lips and nodded at the thought. She supposed it was true and could concede to the fact. "To be fair, I've never booted you." She replied, pointing towards her idly with the pencil. "But I'm glad I'm thrilling." Truthfully, she wasn't surprised to hear any of that. She knew how her thought process worked and there were few that could keep up with her, especially when she opted to voice so little in passing. But she looked down, chuckling to herself at the concept of being scary. "Yeah, look. I..." She fumbled, scratching at the back of her head with the pencil to kill time, "I didn't meant to be so... Yeah." There. Technical apology stated, right? Right.

And the Australian was glad to see the question had been expertly deflected. In that respect, she was glad Evony had some patience with her.

Clarity. Lucy's gaze drifted above Evony's head, fixating on small, insignificant markings in the room. She found it easier this way, at least while she listened. It was a difficult though to process, especially trying to figure out what she could offer readily to give said clarity. She furrowed her eyebrows, as if placed in confusion amidst a crossroad.

This was only heightened by what she said next; that she actually wanted to be let back into the Australian's bed at nightfall. As if she'd been denied? Was that why she hadn't been around? Lucy took everything in, finding herself irritated by her innate desire to think everything through before speaking. Catching her eyes again, Lucy offered a genuinely troubled expression. Because all of this was hard for her, and she required some kind of understanding.

"What do you want me to say?" Lucy asked genuinely. "I was honest the other day. You asked me if I felt something, I said I do. Because I do. And that's weird for me." And with that, her eyes went a little wide. She felt the words didn't suit her. Why did so many people bother with this if it made them so awkward?

Oh right, feelings. "I can't tell you what's going on if I don't even know, y'know? But I wouldn't ask you to be here for nothing." Looking over again, Lucy searched for some kind of confirmation. Something that told her she wasn't royally screwing everything up. But the thought of wanting some kind of confirmation made her uncomfortable, so she quickly looked away again. "And I..." Faltering with the simplest of words, Lucy pressed her free hand to her forehead; "I never told you not to come back. At night, I mean."

[Evony Vasiliev]

The diminutive thief pursed her lips, unsure if what she said was too much. Whilst being serious had its merits she was enjoying their fluffiness only a few minutes ago, but if this was to be whatever she thought it was, some things simply needed to be established. The girls had a fairly clear understanding of one another, something which will obviously grow over time. Lucy had a temper, enjoyed her space and disliked wearing lace whereas Evy sucked at compliments, was very touchy and most importantly possessed a large dose of kleptomania. Evy thought long and hard about how flawed they were, it was almost a beautiful sentiment considering Lucy had been relatively patient with her until now.

Taking in a deep breath, the girl quietly watched and waited for Lucy to respond, her own thumb mirroring the movements of Lucy's. It was no lie that the blue haired thief was scared at how deep she was going into this, but she couldn't help it; she simply couldn't resist the blissful rush it gave her whenever she was around the Australian. So she'd do everything in her power to make this 'coupling' work.

Offering the Australian a little smile the girl flickered her gaze from Lucy's lips to her eyes and back to her hand, which was in need of a manicure. But that was for later. "Lucy, just tell me if anything I do makes you uncomfortable or stuff like that..." Her voice trailed off, it took a lot of discipline to admit to her seemingly instinctive habit to ignore most social expectations. But if it was for Lucy then she'd attempt to retain some level of respect for the girl.

Even though she was keeping her cool, contemplating her words carefully Evy could not help but internally swoon at the now confirmed admittance of her feelings being reciprocated. It was a great feeling, a superb sensation.

Evy remained patient with the girl, consoling her with the tender movements of her thumb, she did not want to stress Lucy out at all. The admittance actually caught her off guard, something which cocked her brow and shaped her lips into a little 'o' as Lucy confirmed her lingering suspicions. Maybe her paranoia had just taken several steps further than it should've.

"I know, I just...I was scared it would be too much of an overload for you." She whispered, furrowing her brow as she caught Lucy's chocolate gaze, only to allow a nervous laugh to pass over her lips. "Maybe I just thought you got sick of my cold feet and my sleep talking." Evy smirked, rolling her eyes at herself in an attempt to diffuse any lingering awkwardness, at least something had been settled...hopefully. "And you know, as much as I hate to mention this and I really do...I guess having some rules would help this 'cone of silence' make a little more sense to me." She offered, twiddling some stands of hair in between the fingers of her free hand.

"So let me guess, rule number one. Use the front door?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The thought of outwardly explaining the things that made her uncomfortable was oddly worrying for Lucy. It wasn't so much that certain things even made her uncomfortable. It was just... She didn't know. She knew she was good at tearing people down; shredding confidence to pieces with an aptly applied stint of words. Last time she'd been angry, she'd made Evony cry. And she'd all but ignored the notion of it in favour of her own needs. "Fine, I will." She said anyway, exhaling on a sigh.

"Did I say any of that?" Lucy asked, raising her eyebrows and trying to stifle the amused smirk that crept onto her face. Miscommunications. These two were full of them. "Nope. I didn't. Just... Don't assume things. Cause you're wrong." She looked away instinctively; that was hard to admit to.

Ugh. Rules? She cringed at the thought, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stop the expression from growing. "What's to get? You just don't tell people." Lucy started, but she waved her free hand between them. Nope. Not the time to bring up that. The only reason Dom knew anything in any capacity was because he had painfully perfect timing. And Evony decked him in the cheek. But she wasn't going to go there.

"Yeah, use it. Unless stated otherwise. I don't like wondering which mirror jumper's gonna be climbing through my computer screen every time I open the door." Lucy explained. She'd already gotten Lyra to agree to a door; surely Evony could offer the same thing. "Just... Okay. It's got nothing to do with you personally. I just don't like people knowing my business when it comes to anything."

[Evony Vasiliev]

"No...no I guess you didn't." Evy whispered with a weak shrug, a bit embarrassed that she had instinctively painted Lucy as some territorial monster. It was a natural reaction with someone so volatile, the Blue bird simply chose to come up with excuses upon excuses to save face and avoid any confrontations. "I'm not going to lie, I did miss your snoring", Evy simpered warmly, rolling her shoulders back to keep them from getting pins and needles.

Pursing her lips Evy allowed the brown eyed beauty to continue, glancing down at the paint marks on the wooden work table. Whilst this wasn't the most comfortable conversation it was necessary, might as well get it out of the way as soon as possible.

"Okay. I guess I can work with this as a secret, it will feel a bit naughty" The thief chuckled, attempting to make light of the situation whilst running the tips of her fingers up and down the girl's hand. It was almost thrilling, having these hidden escapades with the gruff Australian girl; it could almost be as daring as her raging klepto stints. "I guess I should make peace with the rookie to smooth things out aye?" She smirked, somewhat amused with Lyra's current view of her, as some insane stalker. Well, it some respect it was partly true.

"Heh fine fine! You don't want me to walk in on you taking a hit of coke or pleasuring yourself. Totally understandable!" Evy chimed with a mischievous glint in her eyes, might as well make it fun. Tentatively reaching upwards with her free hand the thief carefully removed a strand of hair out of Lucy's face, offering a little grin at the same time. "Well, you have free access to my room whenever you want. I don't have anything to hide!" She giggled, thinking to the masses of 'borrowed' items neatly stacked throughout her comfy little abode.

Taking in a deep breath the porcelain skinned swindler daintily clasped Lucy's hand in between her own, staring long and hard at them. "I'm going to paint your nails." She stated with brisk nod, practically making it an order. Glancing up at the girl she trickled her fingers tips up Lucy's own. "And I will fight you on this one so don't try to wriggle your way out of this." The thief smirked, lightly squeezing the girl's hand before staring long and hard into the girl's eyes.

It was like drowning in pools of hot cocoa, Lucy simply did not know how gorgeous she really was. Evy's greedy stare must've been indicative enough of how much the girl enraptured her.

"You are so pretty..." She whispered, almost immediately glancing away...the flushed cheeks must be hidden at all cost.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy laughed dryly at the concept of her snoring. She always wondered if other people had issue with it; she'd been sharing her sleeping quarters with strange people lately. "Your cold feet aren't so bad." She interjected, her lips twisting into a knowing smile; "I'll have socks waiting for you someday. And I'll force you to wear them." She'd think of it as a kind of payback. A very deserving payback if she had to get on a roof.

"I'm surprised how bad you've sucked at secrets so far. You're a theif! Isn't this supposed to be your thing?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow in her own curiosity. "You should. Y'know, she thinks you're crazy. And that I should have smashed the mirror. Lucky-" She paused, pointing to herself. A childhood nickname revealed, "-Ain't so lucky as it is if she has a stalker."

Laughing to herself, she waved her free hand to dismiss the idea of it all. Especially the thought of visiting that dorm for Evony. "Your room's weird. There's no way to shoot at things." But at least it still carried remnants of a paint spill. "And it's brighter than mine. Makes my eyes hurt." Lucy grinned. Alright, that was an obvious lie. But how could anything be more comfortable than the darkened purple colour scheme of her batcave-type room? She'd just added single lights to the Twilight Princess wall and everything!

"No. No, no, no. No. No." Lucy retorted quickly, shaking her head with each repeated notion. But ah, the pigments. The pigments that altered the colour of the polish was her friend. And made nail polish a candidate to her abilities. "Whatever. Y'know what? Go for it." Finally, a battle that made her power useful. She couldn't wait to see her face when it didn't stick.

But as silence fell, she dropped her smile in favour of something more serious. Or genuine. She blinked a few times through the simple transition, until surprise coloured her features.

If asked, Lucy wouldn't have a description for how she felt. She didn't expect Evony to say that. She never did. And the effect never seemed to loose its touch with her. The eldest Serrano exhaled the breath she didn't even know she was holding, stopping herself from ruining it all by laughing. Instead, Lucy offered a smile - a rarity hidden amongst ounces of sarcasm and quick wit. Reaching forward, she extended her free hand and pressed it lightly to Evony's cheek, her fingertips gently tracing the line of her jaw before offering a slight push; "Shut up."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Echoing Lucy's laugh Evy allowed a giddy giggle to escape her own, this conversation was just getting more exciting the longer it got drawn out. "Hey! I'm a thief, I have nothing to hide since no one has properly caught me yet." She purred, swaying her petite shoulders lightly from side to side. Offering a little pout Evy allowed a soft coo to pass over her lips, feigning her innocent facade. "Aww what a cute widdle nickname! 'Lucky'...wait! How come I get stuck with Frosta?!" Evy whined, puffing up her lower lip and blinking the bright blue eyes.

"Oh what is this? You've actually agreed to something?" The Blue bird gasped, covering her mouth with a theatrical raising of her brows. This was great news actually, she could finally do something remotely 'girly' with the cranky pants Australian. "You know what? I'm gonna paint them tonight, and if you even touch me with socks I'll...I'll uhh do something bad!" She threatened with a rather confused tilt of her head. She couldn't really scare the girl in the first place, but it was worth a shot.

The comfortable silence that embraced the two girls offered the thief a moment to absorb the immaculate features of the Australian opposite her. Lucy's smile brought a tidal wave of warmth to trickle down the girl's spine, spurting jolts of warmth into her core. The girl felt bumps caress her skin the instant Lucy touched her, letting out a whispery sigh as she melted into the girl's warm touch.

"Make me." She quietly replied, gnawing on her lower lip as she plunged deep into Lucy's gaze.

With little more than a crooked smile the Blue bird snapped at the hand near her mouth, lightly clamping her teeth on the fingers like a puppy. With supple lips curled into a cheeky grin and eyes sparkling with glee she clasped the hand and kissed it lightly before leaning inwards, till the tip of her nose caressed Lucy's own. "So what do you say Serrano? Gonna fight back?" She whispered slowly, clenching both of Lucy's hands in her own.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy chuckled to herself; Evony wasn't the first to learn the nickname, and she likely wouldn't be the last. But her reaction differed from most. Complaining about her own gifted name? That's why she laughed; "Cause Lucky used to watch He-Man and She-Ra when she was a kid." She admitted, shrugging her shoulders at the fact. She could find a list of blue-haired heroines if she really wanted to.

"More or less." Lucy replied with another shrug of her shoulders. "Ah, lucky me." She rolled her eyes, feigning a look of disappointment at the proposed idea. Whatever. She could game with one hand at a time. The ambidextrous say what? "They'll be new, I promise. Or... Barely worn."

There were small, afforded moments of comfort. Yes, it was a public setting. But as Evony had realised, so few ventured into the studio - especially since classes hadn't even started yet. It was as much an after hours haven as her own room was; there were just so few places she felt comfortable enough not to look over her shoulder. She so rarely offered something genuine - more often than not her words and gestures were wrapped in a sense of confusing quips and unanswered thought patterns. She worked to keep people guessing. Except for now.

Make me, she says. Lucy crinkles her nose with an intrigued smirk. Even as her other hand is monopolised.

"Biting is barely a step up from hitting." Lucy pointed out, giving her best unfathomable expression. The concept of fighting back was definitely one to think of. But a challenge was what it was, and this one was incredibly open. Unsealed paint containers on the far wall behind Evony slowly started spilling out on the surface. "Oh no, I'm all yours." She offered obliviously, keeping her eyes steadfast to Evony's. "What'll you do now?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

Nodding to herself Evy allowed a chuffed grin to cross her lips, at least Lucy was being a good sport about it. "Tonight it is then. No complaining. Mani pedis are essential parts of the She-Ra fandom!" Evy chirped confidently, knowing full well she made up that fact just to support her little nail painting quest onto the Australian.

The tension that followed was heavy, however it held none of the violent wrath that pervaded their arguement a few days from earlier, this time it felt...thrilling. The word was going to become Lucy's moniker soon by the rate of things and the Blue bird found herself naturally biting her lower lip, trying her best to quell the warm sensation in her abdomen. Now was just the time for some lighthearted fun and flirting!

"Oh I don't know..." She whispered, pursing her lips and glancing at the roof as if attempting to make up her mind. Bringing Lucy's hands in between her own and placing them into the 'prayer' position she slowly gazed downwards, those lips. Damn those lips! "Well, I do want to kiss you but then that would be giving you the easy way out." She whispered with a slight grin, practically drowning in the hot and heavy playfulness of this all. "Or I could bite you again, turn you into my little frosty minion from my infectious bite!" The thief giggled, glancing downwards at Lucy's supple neck. "I don't know...are you ticklish?" She smirked, allowing a melodic sigh to brush over her lips.

"But you've given me a buffet of choices Lucy...you're spoiling me." The girl breathed slowly, dragging her hands up Lucy's arms with a tentative speed. Rushing things would be stupid, now was the time for games. Soon enough her dainty hands had traversed over the girl's shoulders and gently clasped the girl's face in between her porcelain fingers. "But I guess I should pay you back for the other day..." Evy smiled gently, inhaling Lucy's intoxicating scent before taking one last glance into the girl's eyes and closing her own.

With quivering lips and a fluttering heart the girl slowly leaned inwards, pressing her mouth against the brown eyed beauty. It was soft, like a feather; a tentative first step just to test the water. A jolt bounced through Evy's lips upon contact, sending shivers down her spine as she allowed the softly sweet melody of dancing lips to invade her senses. The girl stopped momentarily, gazing affectionately at Lucy, a twinkle in her shimmering eyes. "Does Lucky want this game to continue or was that enough for now?" She whispered, asking the question in between soft exhales, practically hovering her lips just outside Lucy's own. It was strange, the Australian's permission seemed to excite her even further...if Evy could openly admit it she's allow the brown eyed beauty authority as soon as possible.

But then again, it was always fun being a tease until the girl finally took charge.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Sometimes you say the stupidest shit I've ever heard." Lucy replied, opting to leave it at that. But whatever, she allowed it to pass. She agreed to let the perky one touch her nails, and that was that.

It was hard to ignore the fact that Ev was all but staring at her mouth. The very notion of a kiss in her secondary artistic space prompted her to run her tongue across her lower lip. "Bet I can wait longer than you." She offered, adding a small tilt of her head upwards. "I'd really rather you punch me. Right here, in the jaw." Because there was no way that joke would ever get stale. "Do I look ticklish?" She asked, pressing her hands together willingly. At least for now. She didn't need them for what she was doing.

She seemed to listen attentively, dividing her concentration between the now-hovering paint and the purposeful eye contact. Her hands seem to fall to the wayside as they were let go. But fine, Lucy could begrudgingly take the kiss in favour of a higher goal. She expected it. She almost gave in to it too, but she became suddenly thankful for her stubborn nature. "You kleptos. Seriously. I told you you couldn't wait." Lucy breathed, reeling her head back slightly. She reached up and gripped the other girl's wrists slightly, raising her eyebrows.

"I thought you were better than this." Lucy chided, closing her eyes suddenly as the myriad of coloured paint hovering above Evony's head dropped down like a waterfall. The backlash splashed onto her features and in her hair, but that never bothered her before. She all but exploded in a laugh, swinging back on her seat and nearly falling back from the pressure. So she hopped off her seat and raking her hand through her fringe. She'd dragged specks of blue and red across the strands of her hair, leaving the colour in streaks.

"Worth it?" The Australian asked.

[Evony Vasiliev]

During that brief moment of bliss Evy was actually completely oblivious to everything around her, it was just Lucy and this strange little game. Who knows what it was called, 'see who can flirt the hardest' maybe but it was clear the diminutive thief felt great comfort in actually having some level of freedom with the girl. But then again, it was Lucy she was dealing with and the Australian still had quite a few tricks up her sleeve.

Offering a quizzical look and a tilt of her head Evy pursed her lips, slightly confused but not to the extent that it ruined her little moment. "Oh hush you, enough with your riddles." She tutted, completely unaware of the rainbow waterfall above her head.

It was too late, even for a girl whose very lifestyle dictated that she always keep an eye out. Maybe it was getting lost in the moment with Lucy that caught her off guardian's but the instance she saw Lucy close her eyes she knew something was up. The cold and heavy avalanche of primary colours that toppled into her head forced the girl to jump with surprise, a shrill squeal escaping her lips as a the multicoloured contents completely swamped her upper half. A choked breath escaped her throat as she attempted to make sense of what had just happened. She had just been punked.

Slowly rotating her head over to the cackling Australian the thief took in a deep breath, attempting to retain her calm. Oh, this bitch was good. "Oh fuck you!" She sighed, exasperated but not to the point that it could hide her grin. Props to Lucy, although this definitely meant a trip to the rooftop. "You know what? It was worth it, I kissed the pretty girl and got some treasure in the process!" She huffed, poking out her tongue when she revealed a watch that had been strapped to Lucy's wrist only a few seconds ago. Yes, the perks of being a thief. Holding hands was always more than just physical contact, it was scouring the target for any goods.

Hopping off her seat, the girl remained frigid, clenching her toes as she attempted to shake off the paint covering her arms, offering the Australian a feline snarl. "Oh you know what? Two can play at this game!" Evy cried out, completely letting go of all of her inhibitions and tossing a large purplish globule of paint directly at Lucy's face. That was not all, careful not to slip on the rainbow puddle the barefooted thief pounced right over to the prankster, hoping to rub all the excess liquid onto her own body. "That's right, you take it bitch!" The girl laughed with the shrill battle cry, smearing her paint covered hands all over Lucy's clothes and neck.

Oh this was dirty....but oh so fun.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy's laughter was so potent it nearly caught in her throat, rendering her breathless. The feeling of paint against her skin and in her clothes was second nature to her now, but watching other people react as if it were a crime against nature was just breathtakingly hilarious. The jump, the squeal. She really couldn't have planned it better herself.

"Baby, why you gotta be so cranky in the morning?" Lucy retorted, which was ironic considering her less-than-social mannerisms in the morning. But the quote still stood its ground. She glanced down to her wrist suddenly, finding one of the leather-woven bracelets missing from its partners. Oh, ho ho. "That's so creepy." And she was still sure she won.

With the wave of her hand, the tossed paint veered off and landed in her hair, which didn't seem to phase her either way. She looked down long enough to watch the not-so-fancy footwork of her barefoot counterpart and had to wonder where the hell her shoes were at. "Can they? I sort of own this room and everything in it." The cards fell in Lucy's favour, and that fact forced an exuberant layer of confidence to the surface of her features.

"I do love to take it." She laughed, allowing the myriad of colour to drown the skin on her neck. Running her fingers along the line of it, Lucy procured enough to draw twin stripes across her own cheeks. "You suck at this game. This is really embarrassing for you." She moved to rest her hands on her hips, grateful for the recent training sessions she'd bothered with. "Is this because you're desperate to touch me?" Lucy asked lowly, allowing almost insignificant drops of paint to lift from the floor, "If you keep it in your pants long enough, I just might let you."

[Evony Vasiliev]

In all honesty, Evy was a bit miffed at having her clothes ruined, then again she knew exactly where she snatched the pretty jacket from and where to get another. A little bit of paint wasn't going to make her bend over in defeat so easily and in the heat of the moment, 'attacking' the other girl Evy soon found herself laughing alongside the Australian.

"Shush you!" Evy ordered with a widespread grin, squishing her dainty hands against Lucy's cheeks and ruining the warrior marks. "Oh wouldn't that just make your day huh? Well sorry Serrano, just because I'm wet doesn't mean I want to do you just yet!" The Blue bird chirped with a sly glint in her eyes, managing to find her balance atop the slippery floor. Scraping a heavy layer of reddish paint off her arm the girl casually deposited it onto Lucy's sleeve, before doing the same with her hair.

"Damnit Lucy! If my hair is any colour other than blue by the end of the night I'm going to straight shoot you in the ovaries!" She playfully growled, attempting to wring her cerulean locks of the mass of paint covering it. But she paused momentarily to clear her throat, "...and not in the good way either!" She corrected, shaking her head and letting out a low sigh, blowing some paint off her chin in the process.

Nudging a paint slipped fist into Lucy's tummy the girl frowned, cocking a brow as she took notice of a window not too far from her. "Please, don't get too full of yourself. I have only lost this game when I'm on the ground begging for mercy...and would you look at that! I'm still standing!" She cried triumphantly, puffing up her chest slightly before sliding her foot forward like she were on ice. "Try catch me Serrano..." The thief whispered dramatically, winking at the girl before hurling her body into the window, completely disappearing into the faint reflection like a spectre.

She was now 'outside' the art room, floating in a dimension that did not exist but could clearly make out the paint splattered havoc in the room. Traversing the weightless void with her body still covered in paint the girl floated past the 'windows' into the small workspace, eyeing the brown eyed beauty like a tiger would to a deer.

"Poor thing, better watch out Lucy...who knows where I'll pop out of..." She whispered eerily, her voice invading the art room as if she were a poltergeist demanding attention. The haunting melody of her voice was there but her body was not. Well not until she silently slinked out of a small paints stained mirror on the far side of the room. Crawling out of it with nary a sound the girl slowly crouched up behind Lucy, a wicked grin on her face.

Then she jumped.

With a shrill shriek and a mischievous laugh the acrobat wound her dainty arms around her victim, hugging the girl from behind and lightly squeezing. "Caught you!" Evy announced, placing her chin on Lucy's shoulder before allowing a giggle to pass her lips. "Does this mean I win?"