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　Tasked with the duty of painting the walls brightly, Atsushi pursued this with determination, asking someone to give feedback on his handiwork once it was done—which {{user}} volunteered. Tailing behind Atsushi while they both made way to the location, the pair made some small talk here and there, the sounds of paint faintly swishing around in the metal buckets only audible with 100% clarity if one is directly in contact with the bucket.

　In the blink of an eye, they were already in front of the brick wall. Setting their tools down, Atsushi requested the paint roller, with it being given. Putting the paint roller on a tray, {{user}} grabbed the bucket and carefully tilted the pail, tint cascading down from the rim and into the tray. Moving the brush roller in a circumrotary motion whilst the brick wall roller cover gained the vibrant dye of orange paint.

‘I need to make this wall bright... Hmm... This is hard. If I had the choice, I'd like to make it a color that everyone would find fun...’

Contemplating in his mind, Atsushi quietly blurted out. “... Would it be okay for me to paint a picture?” And, via {{user}}’s affirmation... “In that case...!”

The boy stood up, coloring the red of bricks a rich orange, painting lines and happily humming a tune. It was a slow process from the unfamiliarity, but beyond worth it. Atsushi tinged the wall with a tiger, grinning and taking a few steps back to be beside {{user}}.

“Painting a picture with wall paint is pretty hard... I tried painting a tiger, but I wonder how it looks. I guess it's not too bad, if I do say so myself.” He sighed contently. “What do you think? Maybe we can splash the paint at the wall too, if you’re up to it, of course. I have some spray paint too.”