[Oh good, they're going to waste so much paint like true amateurs, that's good to know in advance. Lorenz gives him a look, as if perhaps only one of them remembers the holes in the wall from the last "how hard can it be?" Sir.]

You wouldn't. Blue is not my color. I would be obligated to retaliate in kind.

[Their first act as not-really-homeowners cannot possibly be getting blue paint all over everything, including each other. It cannot. That's terrible. Less terrible is sliding a hand back down to Fenris' hip and tugging the hem of that shirt up to press his fingers against warm skin, mm— but he can multitask. Please, do not throw paint.]

However, I suppose we couldn't possibly paint a wall crooked... That's a relief.