LAST NOVEMBER | OPEM, BONDING FESTIVAL BOOTH

Pierce was, quite honestly, excited for this. Whenever his fur was smudged with paint and he had his brushes in his paws, one knew life was good. That, or he was sitting in the dark of his home, crying over a depressing vent painting he had made. That had been more common lately, but right now, he was happy, a bright smile stretching across his lips as he raised a paw to his face, accidentlaly smudging his cheek with a streak of yellow paint. He’d told Clem to stay somewhere in the tent, but allowed her to wander off, trusting that with the large crowd, he’d be notified quickly if something were to happen, and there’d be dozens to help.

His booth was simply set up, with a wooden sign that read in curly cursive writing, Face painting ! hanging from the front and some wildflowers he’d picked glued to certain parts of it a pretty, artsy vibe. There were two pillows from behind the booth, one for him to sit on and the other for whoever’s face he’d be painting to sit on, and on the table were a ton of his gentle, non-toxic paints that were really pigmented stuck real well to fur. Now, all there was to do was wait for his first “customer”.

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Vinny was first to approach Pierce’s booth, and a smile crossed his lips, tail giving a short wag as he focused on the other man, listening closely to his... rather odd request. The word “clown” still reminded him of Breadstick, who’d been around when he first joined, who’d turned out to be named Circusclown- Pierce didn’t know what was up with the fake name, but he was sure that had been a thing. “Clowns are scary,” Pierce commented with a lighthearted smile, looking over his paints. As long as he had enough white, he’d be good. “‘You want a scary clown or a cute one?” He could do both, but “cute” would be harder to pull off.

Next to arrive was Fading, and the effeminate wildcat glanced over to his fellow vice-leader, offering her a friendly grin, one that was so uncommon to see on his face anymore. A flower? Of course Pierce was excited to do that; those were the majority of what he painted, after all, so he knew it’d turn out pretty. “Ooh, sounds pretty,” he commented softly, setting out some red and white paints - those colors would work for Fading, too, though he grabbed a bit of purple, too, for shading. Once he had everything spread out before him, he spoke up again, “Vinny, you can come sit down. Fading- did you have any specific finds of flowers in mind?” Roses were his personal favorite to paint or draw, but he’d love to do whatever she asked.

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