For Reasons Wretched and Divine

Should've Worshipped Her Sooner

Notes:

***SEE ENDNOTES FOR WARNINGS!! BUT THEY'RE ALSO SPOILERS***
I did this all on my phone, so the grammar is going to be okay at best.

Part like, 30 of me making up Happy's tattoos because I refuse to look it up nor do I care too much. I want tattoos unique to him as a character, AND I want the actor to have NOTHING to do with this. This particular chapter has been in the drafts since August. That is how long I've been trying to make this exist.

0o0

"Jamaica Bay or Freshwater?"

Happy double-checked the caller-ID to make sure he hadn't mistaken the number he had memorized.

"What?"

"I'm repainting my kitchen, and I can't decide on a color," Sunshine complained into the receiver. "I wanted to paint it with Melody, but it turns out she hates painting, and if I try and bother her about paint color while she's on her weekend trip, then she'll probably never talk to me again,"

"My mom used to paint houses for extra money," Happy mused, suddenly remembering. Very seldom was Happy slapped in the face with a good memory, so he coasted along on the good feelings. "She'd drag me along once in a while to keep me out of trouble,"

" Did it work?"

"Not even a little."

Sunshine laughed, and he felt himself still puff up with pride at being the cause of the noise.

"Well, I've got everything cleaned up and taped off if you wanna come over and help me slap on a coat of..." she paused for a second. "Dammit, I thought that would make me decide on a color. Should go faster if you help; I wanted to be done with this an hour ago,"

Belatedly, Happy looked around his own house. The walls were plain white, the carpet plain gray, hardly a drop of noticeable color or personality anywhere in the rooms. It was his house at best; he hadn't even lived in it for a year; it didn't even cast a shadow on the feeling of being home.

The plan for the rest of the day was to sprawl out on the couch with Onion and watch mindless television in an attempt to keep from the temptation of going back to the clubhouse and the inevitable work that would come with it.

In his infinite wisdom, Onion didn't even lift his head as Happy pulled on his jacket.

" I'm on my way."

0o0

The blues were damn near identical. Happy couldn't help the skeptical look he had given Sunshine when she had thrust the color swatches in his hands, lamenting about the differences.

It was the same color.

A few years ago, he had gotten stoned with Juice. The man had talked about how he had read somewhere that back in the days of hunting and gathering, women evolved to differentiate more shades of colors than men to help better understand the plants they were picking and reduce the chance of poisoning their village.

He did not bring this up to Sunshine.

Her box braids were in one big braid down her back that was tied off with a big, bright yellow hair tie that swung like a pendulum as she paced the cozy little kitchen, contemplating the color.

Chewing the delicious cookie he was offered, Happy appreciated the view from his vantage point leaned against the kitchen table, a hand rested on the warm head of a wagging Peaches.