Best For Last | Chmerkovskiy Household

Feliks tensed slightly as her arms went around him, his natural defenses - despite the fact that he had done the same thing only moments before - kicked in and he watned to push the girl away. However he made himself relax, and he even smiled slightly as he awkwardly placed his arms around her and patted her back.

"Yeah, christmas, Merry," he said distractedly as he began to look around the place again. HIs fingers were itching to try out ... well everything.

"You tell anyone about it though Jailbait and I'll..." his threat died as he got distracted by soemthing else.

Karma squeezed slightly, grinning still, before pushing him away from her. "That's enough hugging. Go away." She glared at him, completely straight-faced, before breaking into another smile. "There's like, ten bajillion other things in this room you could be doing."

She blinked, and then took his hand and dragged him over to the paints. "In case you were wondering, the walls are white because I was hoping we could... or well you could... you know..." She gestured to the paints, then the walls. "A really cheesy 'the world is your canvas' type of deal." She picked up a paint brush and held it loosely, uncapping all the paint cans. "Have at it."

His eyes lit up as he looked at the walls and the paints infront of him. He waved his finger over the brushes and colurs, just itching to start but too many ideas were running through his head. He had no idea what he was going to do.

Rolling his shoulders, and running a hand over his head he took a deep breath before grabbing a brush, his mind suddenly focusing on the instrument, funneling into one colour.

Not really sure what his plan was, but knowing he had one, he grabbed a tube of paint, and began.

~A Few Hours Later~

Karma flounced into the room, pausing briefly to swing the door closed with her foot, a few more paints in her arms and a brown paper bag of take out between her teeth. She moved forward carefully, placing the four paint cans on the ground and taking the bag from between her teeth. She paused again to look at the mural that was slowly forming along the wall, taking in the transitions between ideas and the one or two spots she was allowed to help in. He'd repainted them while she was gone, but she decided not to mention it. It was his present. She had already claimed the four pillars as her project, he could have the rest.

"Oy, Picasso!! I've got food!" she called, shaking the bag. "Chinese!! Extra Spicy!!" She paused briefly, then grinned. "And I got more paint!!"

Feliks hadn't even noticed she'd dissappeared. He had almost not been going to stop when he heard her call - he was still to deep in his creative mind - but the meantion and smell of food had made his mouth water and stomach growl so that he couldn't ignore it anylonger.

He wasn't even sure that he had eaten at all that day.

So after putting a couple more stroaks on the angry waves that were slowly appearing at the bottom of the wall, he dropped the brush and smirked at the girl.

"Jailbait delievery," he drawled going over and picking up a bag, "You should start a service."

"Har har."Karma said dryly. "Couldn't name it that though, people would get the wrong idea." Sheeyed the mural again, looking down at the waves.

"Space travel." She said, pointing upward, to where they'd sketched out stars on the ceiling. "I got this really sparkly metalli like silver that looks like metal on walls. I know, I've checked it." She mimed a space ship flying through the air. "Feel free to ignore my genius again. It's your present, even though I'm totally right." She stuck out her tongue at him, snatching a fortune cookie out of the bag. She broke it open, looking down at the little slip of paper.

"You are usually correct." She teased, her eyes narrowing at the real message. She'd hunted whilst out and about, so shewasin a better mood.

You will come into money.

He raised his eyebrow looking up at the celing and back at the girl, "Space travel huh?" He squinted his eyes, trying to see what she was saying, but he wasn't so sure...

He held out the brush to her.

"Do the honours then Jailbait."

Feliks walked over and snagged the bag, taking out a box of food, not even bothering to check what was in it before going at it. He snorted as he caught sight of her paper.

"I think that one came a little late."

Karma took the brush from him, grabbing the new bucket of paint and performing a weightlessness charm on it easily, then casting it on herself. Then, gently, she jumped, floating upward toward the ceiling. She squinted at the stars before dipping the paintbrush in paint, and painting the outline of a space station, the third one, and further past it, the Moon. The moon was metallic, metal looking, as she went from the general outline to more detailed.

Cocking her head to the side slightly, she reached out a hand. "Pass me blue, would you?" She asked. "The dark one. Like the waves."

Feliks smiled at the girl as he began to stuff the contents of the food in his mouth.

"Nice, Jailbait," he nodded aprovingly, "Not bad at all." He tilted his head as he watched the image take form, breaking out of his revivie on what else to create when she spoke again.

He looked around for the colour he had used.

"This one?"

Karma glanced down from her rather comic-book like painting before nodding and pushing off the ceiling and floating down to him. She took it from his hand and bounced back upward, finding it quite entertaining to do so. Carefully, she applied the bare minimum of blue to the moon, leaving the dark side of it looking rather ominous, in her opinion.

"Come on up, loser, when you're finished being a pig."

Feliks rolled his eyes and stuffed some more food in his mouth, being rather obvious about it.

"I don't know, T'yurma, IU rather like being a pig," he mummbled through his food, just to make more of a point.

Rolling his shoulders, he took his time finishing and then throwing the trash aside - it was his place, he'd clean it later (he still loved calling it his) - he rolled his eyes and floated on up.

"You know," he squinted his eyes the present ceiling, "If we just..." biting his lip he stole the brush from the girl, and slip past her creations to add a little more.

Karma rolled her eyes at him, pushing off carefully to grab another paintbrush and begin on the planets. She started with her favorite, Mars, and added a floating city, much like the fabled city of Asgard. She did so love comic books. Stan Lee had always been her favorite Chocolate Frog card, and he wrote half of her favorite comic books.

The paints floated back up with her, surrounding her with the colors she needed. The CD changer over in the corner changed discs, to an almost-ancient Linkin Park CD. She hummed along, not even realizing she knew the words before they were slipping out of her mouth.

"Don't know what you're expecting of me, put under the pressure of walking in your shoes..."

Now... Feliks wasn't one for wasting art supplies - he took his craft very seriously, and in that it meant he fully respected his tools, for what was any craft with out tools?

However, at this moment, he couldn't help but....

"Hey, T'yurma - Jailbait," he called over to her smirking as he did so.

Karma didn't glance over at him until she was finished the detailing on Asgard, adding small rays of light from behind the city with golden water color. She cocked her head to the side as the song changed to a more upbeat one, something about Bleeding or whatever. Nodding her head, she finally glanced over at the boy, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, Liksie?"

Feliks hand twitched as he waited for her. Really, he was almost willing to just...

As he turned around, he flicked his paint brush watching the paint across the room.

"I do not think you where enough colour you know," he grinned at his acomplishment, "Though you know, I don't really know if red is your colour. How about some," he frowned and looked at his pallet, "Blue?"

"You're lucky you don't have a color." Karma said darkly, narrowing her eyes at him as the red paint dripped from where it was. "You're way too much like a robot."

With that, she pushed off the ceiling and upended the entire bucket of metallic paint on him, leaving him soaked in what looked like molten silver.

"All hail Robo-Liks!" She said gleefully.

Feliks froze for a moment as the paint dripped off him. He blinked once and then twice, the paint making oozing into his eyes slightly.

"I think silver is my colour, don't you?" he raised his eyebrow as he looked over at girl.

"You know what T'yurma, you look like you could use a hug," he grinned and floated himself closer to the girl arms open, "Don't you want a hug?"

Karma grinned victoriously as she watched the molten silver slid down his face, dripping off his shoulders and such. She clapped her hands and laughed. "You look very nice in silver, Robo-liksie." She said.

"I don't want a hu-" She blinked, her eyes widening, and then she had pushed off of the nearest column and moved away from him, flying from spot to spot like a speeding bullet. "Don't hug me!" She peeked around the column at the far end of the room, eyeing him warily and throwing multicolored globs of paint in his direction.

One of the perks of already being coated in paint - Feliks couldn't care less about the extra globs she was throwing his way, thus his path towards her was never once detered.

"Oh but darling," he cooed as he got closre to her current hiding spot, "I soo want to give you a hug right now. How else am I supposed to show my affection?"

"No one wants you affection!" Karma squealed, pushing off the column to hide behind another one. She peeked around the next one at him, tossing more gobs at him. "Shoo!"

She moved away from him again, pressing her back against the pillar, so he couldn't see her.

Feliks rolled his eyes and smirked. Just because he couldn't see her at the moment didn't mean he hadn't seen where she had gone.

Slowly he floated around the pillar moving faster than she should be able to react. With a call of success, he grapped her and pulled her foward, enveloping her in a nice big hug, covering her in silvery goop.

"There, now was that so bad, Jailbait?"

Karma squeaked as his arms wrapped around her, wiggling against him in a futile attempt to get free. Suddenly struck with an idea, she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned backward, grabbing another container of paint and squirming to dump it on his head again, completely unconcerned with how her body brushed against his as she struggled.

"Take that!" She said, dumping sky blue and bright yellow on his head next. She meeped as her motion made them flip, leaving them parallel to the ground, her on bottom. She wiggled again. "Lemme gooooo!!"

Feliks winced slightly as more paint came dripping at him, but more because it was starting to spray on the collum behind them, not for his own sake. He would clean off eventually. He was almost as oblivous to the legs around him as the girl who put them there.

Of course, Karma Black was an attractive girl, there was no doubt about that, and as a man of any form, he did feel the usual quickening of his blood, but after a moment it died down not going anywhere particularily intersting.

The truth of the matter was, despite all her charm, Feliks just didn't like Karma - not in that way at least.

"And this is why I couldn't believe you didn't understand Jailbait T'Yurma," Feliks smirked, making sure he shook some of the blue and yellow off on her before flipping over so he was on the bottom, and allowing his gravity to go back on, dropping easily to the ground once more.

Karma's fingers tangled in his shirt as he dropped, and she let out a yelp of surprise as they landed on the ground, her sitting on his lap. She blinked at him.

"No idea what your talking about." She countered easily before pushing back upwards, floating a few feet above him. She ran a hand through her hair, heedless of how it smeared blue and yellow into it.

"You've wasted all the new paint, loser." She pouted, lounging back and floating aimlessly through the air. "And you've killed my muse. I hope your happy."

Feliks snorted and rolled his eyes.

"I do believe you were the one that threw whole buckets of paint T'yurma," he rolled his eyes as he put his hands behind his head, relaxing back on the floor. "I merely flicked some colours."

"Funny, I'm not too concerned about that muse." He yawned slightly, "I'm sure it'll come back eventually."