(you're painty in this >_<) You , Paintbrush , were loading up "paint" cans into the trunk of your car from the previous night. You didn't wanna be reminded of what happend , the horrible fate of fan ... after many trips of walking back and forth , to your hotel room and the car. This was the last load , the last few cans. Finally..you can just get rid of the evidence! Until , Apple came up to you.

"Hey , Painty! What'cha doin'?" She questioned , waving. Paintbrush (you) froze. "..Loading paint cans." They responded , pushing the last one into place in their trunk. "Y'make your own paint?" Apple asked , looking into their trunk. The paint cans had a slight rotten smell , but she assumed it was the ingredients of said "paint." "sometimes." Paintbrush replied. They slammed the trunk closed , turning to Apple. "Those yer glasses?" Apple looked into Painty's back pocket. "You found them?" Jesus..so many questions. She didn't know anything , though. Apple didn't know these were fans glasses. "oh, yeah!--uh.." Paintbrush replied , grabbing them from apple and hooking the glasses on the collar of their shirt. "Thanks." They said. "..I've gotta get going , these paint cans are..uhm..important , yea." Paintbrush said. Before Apple could reply , they were in the car and had started driving away. they didnt notice apple had gotten into the car as well..