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[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[For those who happen to wander into the lobby this afternoon, you'll see an unusual sight. The couch and chairs are all pushed up against the far wall and in the middle of the floor you'll find Apollo stretched out and...painting. A stack of large blank canvases are laying next to him. On his other side he has tubes of paint in all sorts of colors.

For anyone who steps closer, you will see that he's painting a bunch of flowers. Every few moments he'll switch colors and use his fingers to mix the paint on the canvas. You might even notice that he himself is covered in paint, with random spots of color decorating his arms and face. He might even have a spot of green in his hair. Yikes.]


[ooc: SO open to anyone!]

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[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[He glances up with surprise, like he just realized he wasn't alone. His expression quickly changes to one of amusement.]

It's finger paint. That's kind of the point.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Oh, finger paint. In that case, Hellboy lights his cigarette, not reacting to having startled l'artiste.]

By the name of it, I'd say so.

Is this some kind of art therapy deal, or a hobby?

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

It's more like a distraction really. You know...something to keep me from banging my head against a wall. [He grins.]

Care to try your luck? [He motions towards the blank canvases.]

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Useful, that.

[He eyes the canvases ...] I don't know. I'm not much for art.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'm not going to critique it. [He shrugs.] It's actually pretty relaxing, but it's up to you.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Well ... I guess it couldn't hurt.

[So, he'll mosey on over to the canvases and take his sweet time selecting one.]

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[He pushes the paints over so they'll both be able to reach them.]

We can wish up some paint brushes if you want. I'm sure not everyone likes to make this kind of mess. [He glances down at his paint stained clothes and arms.]

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

I'm not really keen on wishing. So I'll give your way a shot.

[He does take off his coat, though ... don't wanna get paint all over his sweet digs!

And then he starts to do some finger painting.

He is awful.]

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

It should wash right off anyways.

[He goes back to his own painting, but after a moment he glances over and...stifles a laugh.]

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[SHHHHH he wasn't kidding when he said he was bad at art!

Hellboy peers over at Apollo's painting.] Yeah. I think this is more your deal than mine.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

No, you probably just need some practice. [He bites his lip and concentrates on keeping a straight face. It works...mostly. He doesn't want to discourage him.]

So...uh...what was it you were going for?

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Apollo .......]

Well, it's a landscape. [See? That part's blue, that part's green. Landscape!]

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

Oh okay. [He stares at it for a moment.] Alright, I see it now.

[Maybe abstract art would be more his thing?]

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[That is probably an accurate assessment ...

Hellboy scoops up some white paint and slaps it down on the canvas. You know, for clouds.]

I think you're right. I do need more practice.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[He nods and throws a dash of red on his own painting. It could use some roses.]

Everything improves with some practice. When I started the only recognizable thing I could paint was the sun. But that doesn't take much effort.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[......... oh shit, the sun!! That's right. Hellboy selects some yellow and draws a circle.]

I think I managed to screw that up somehow.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[He glances over for a look.]

Uh, no...I think you got it. It's hard to make a perfect circle without something to trace but the yellow makes it obvious.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Hellboy studies his painting for another moment.]

Maybe I'll stick to punching things.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[Apollo snorts in amusement and sighs.]

You sound just like my husband. Maybe I should introduce you two.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[HUSBAND, EH ... that's surprising, but it's easy to belie your reactions when you don't wear your expressions very clearly anyway.]

Sure. It's always nice to meet another punching enthusiast.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[He's gotten all kinds of reactions over the years, nothing would surprise him. That doesn't make the side glances and raised eyebrows any less annoying.]

I'm sure he'd be thrilled. He's been looking for a way to let off some steam. If you're up for it, that is.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Hellboy pauses for a bit before responding to this, looking over his massive brick fist, which also happens to be slathered in finger paint at the moment.]

If you think he's up for it.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[His grin widens and he nods.]

Most definitely. I doubt there's ever a time where he isn't up for it.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Sounds like we'll get along just fine.

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

I hope so. He's not one to make friends easily. Got to ease him into it.