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Lightbrush: It's a date!

Paintbrush is searching for the perfect muse for their next masterpiece and asks Lightbulb to model for them. However, Lightbulb completely misinterprets the request—thinking Paintbrush just asked her out on a date.

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Earlier this week, Lightbulb and Paintbrush had been hanging out together, grabbing lunch. Paintbrush had been rambling excitedly about their latest art project—something new, something different. They had been stuck in a creative rut lately, and the solution, they figured, was to branch out into portrait painting. It would be a great way to challenge themselves, and what better way to do that than by painting their friends?

"So, would you be interested in modeling for me?" Paintbrush had asked, watching Lightbulb shovel food into her mouth at an alarming rate.

Lightbulb barely looked up, too focused on stuffing fries into her face. "Thursday? 5PM? It's a date!" she had replied with a big grin, kicking her legs under the table.

Paintbrush had paused for a second but then quickly dismissed it. There was no way Lightbulb actually meant 'date' in that way. Paintbrush had been very clear—this was for art and art alone. But then again, they really should have accounted for Lightbulb only paying half attention and, well, being Lightbulb.

And that brings us to today—Thursday at 5PM.

Paintbrush was busy setting up their easel in the interview room, aligning their brushes, adjusting their paints, making sure everything was in place. Their focus was entirely on the project, not on whatever Lightbulb might have misconstrued their plans as. But the moment the door swung open, they froze.

Lightbulb had arrived... and she had dressed up.

She wasn't just wearing her usual carefree smile—no, she had gone the extra mile. A tiny, fancy-looking top hat sat perfectly atop her head, slightly tilted for maximum style. A matching bowtie rested neatly at her neck, adding to the absurd but undeniably adorable ensemble. Paintbrush had not been expecting this. Not even a little bit.

"Wow, uh... you're really taking this seriously, huh?" Paintbrush blinked, looking her up and down. "You didn't need to get dressed up for this! Your natural look is all I need."

They gestured toward the simple setup—an easel, a small side table stacked with paints, and a podium where Lightbulb could stand while they worked. But instead of acknowledging the art setup, Lightbulb just grinned wider, looking delighted.

"Of course I'm taking this seriously! I had to look my best for our date!" She playfully winked, her excitement practically radiating off her.

Paintbrush's heart stopped.

"D-Date?" Their voice cracked slightly, and their face suddenly felt like it was on fire.

"Yeah! Ooooh, that reminds me—here!" Lightbulb reached into... somewhere, and pulled out a bright yellow flower, beaming as she held it out to them.

Paintbrush stared at the flower like it was some kind of alien artifact. Their brain was scrambling to process everything happening at once. This wasn't supposed to be a date... was it?

But... did they want it to be a date?

Oh no.

The answer was absolutely yes.

Their hands were shaking slightly as they reached out to take the flower, but before they could, Lightbulb suddenly stepped forward and tucked it into their 'hair' herself, adjusting it until she was satisfied.