Nate POV
The Humans left and I looked at the art stuff.
"Now can you tell me what this stuff is for?" I asked.
"Yeah. I was planning on, uh, like, painting sort of...for a bit...you don't have to I just wanted to and I couldn't set it up myself so I got Jack to..."
"'Sort of'?"
"Yeah. If you wanna do it, you need to take off your shoes and socks," Sam told me. We took our shoes and socks off and put them to the side.
"Okay. Choose a colour for your hands and one for your feet," Sam instructed.
"Are you going to do my nails?" I asked. That's not happening.
"No."
"Okay...then blue for my feet and green for my hands," I looked at the options.
"Okay. I'll take red and purple," Sam decided for herself. She took a thimble, filled it with water, and put some water on each of the colours we chose.
"To get paint on your feet it's tricky but here, just step on and I'll help you get down," I followed what she said and held Sam's hand so I wouldn't fall. I got on and got blue paint all over my feet.
"Is that good?"
"A little more...yeah." I jumped down onto the newspaper and walked to the purple, and Sam got up and covered her feet in paint. We walked over to the white paper and started walking across it until the paint on our feet started drying, and we washed our hands.
As I got my paint on my hands, Sam shook her hands to get excess water off and the water got on my hair, glasses, and a bit of my clothes. "Oops," she got paint on her hands and I gave her a moment to get a good amount of paint on them.
I chased her as she shrieked and got a red handprint on my blue-and-white striped shirt. I took off my shirt and threw it to the side so it wouldn't get dirtier. She stared at me, but I don't know why. I do have some muscles, but any Tinies who climb have a little bit of muscle. I took the opportunity to attempt to get a green handprint on her grey shirt.
She started running, calling to me that "That's unfair!"
"It's completely fair!" I called back ran to get more paint on my feet. Sam ambushed me and got handprints on my chest. She got paint on her feet and I got my feet on her pant legs, and she got hers on mine.
After a couple more minutes spent throwing paint at each other and it landing in our hair, on our clothes, on my chest or glasses, or on our necks or arms, we giggled until we fell asleep on the kitchen table.That was awesome.
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A Giant, Tiny and Human Story
Fiksi PenggemarI've noticed something about G/T. Either Tinies exist as pets to Humans, or Giants and Humans go to the same school. Why not both at once? What happens if we throw in a relationship for the Tinies as well? This story is not connected to any other st...
