It's a stormy day out. All of the objects are stuck inside their houses, most being stuck inside of OJs hotel. It was late, lots of them had decided to hit the hay a bit early. But, not the familiar tall paintbrush, who was currently struggling to set up their camera in front of an easel. They had never vlogged before, they were scared to at first, but fan and test tube had convinced them into it. They had set everything up except for the filming device.
"REALLY?!" the paintbrush shouted and grumbled as the camera rolled off of its stand again and onto the ground, almost breaking. The folding fan, who was just downstairs, sprinted up at the sounds of Paintbrushes struggles. His eyes locked worryingly on the brush, who was seething and red in the face.
"Hey Painty!! Do you need help??" He tried to brighten the mood, stepping forward and picking up the camera for paintbrush. "No, I can do it." They tried to take deep breaths, the last time they set ablaze in the hotel they burnt a table to the ground over a stupid card game. "Are you sure? I don't think you'd want to-". The fan stopped mid sentence and squeaked as paintbrush took the camera from his hands a bit more aggressively than usual. "I got it. It's fine."
As fan watched, the brush tried to balance the camera on the stand again. As soon as they thought they got it on perfectly and went to make sure everything was in frame, the camera rolled right back off, getting caught into the folding fans arms.
The brush was livid, turning even redder as if they were about to explode, before the fan placed a hand on their shoulder. "Paintbrush, I can help! I've done this plenty of times.". Paintbrush grumbled in response, before mumbling, "are you sure.?". "Yeah-! Well, Ofcourse!" The fan jumped in response. "Okay... I do need help.. just a little bit..".
Fan, in the blink of an eye, set the camera up perfectly. Paintbrushes mouth hung agape. "There, all done! Everything is good to go!" He smiled, before continuing, "What're you gonna paint?". The brush began to sputter, losing their before ideas of what they would use as a model. Their face flushed a bit as they looked up at fan. It wasn't because of anger, no. They couldn't describe it, really. "...could you be my model?"
"Really?! I mean- I'm not the best model- I haven't ever tried modeling and- it's hard for me to stand still-" as the fan also turned a pink color, the brush looked down at him, making eye contact. "Please?". Fan, unable to speak, just slowly nodded and climbed onto the stage. "..Do I need to pose at all?" He asked looking at them. "Just do whatever you see fit, fan."
The brush turned on the camera, filming their introduction, before getting to work on their sketch. The fan found it hard to stand still, as he said, but paintbrush didn't mind at all. They didn't shout, or yell, or scream, or get mad.. they just continued painting along like he was as still as a statue. After they finished and cut the video, fan giddily complimented the drawing all over, saying thank you to paintbrush ten fold, before heading upstairs to go to sleep. The folding fan will never spot the blended in heart in the background.
I didn't forget Wattpad exists /sar -alex
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