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It hadn't taken long for Maebe to realize that she needed to ventilate the room when she was working with paint. So the door was wide open, but she was still feeling the effects of the fumes, and they made her dizzy and a little high.

"'Till a laaandsliiide brought it doown.." She muttered, singing under her breath as she moved the roller up and down the wall as evenly as possible. The knock on her doorframe didn't seem to startle her, but she looked up, staring cautiously at the pink haired hunter who was complimenting her choice in room decoration. Nevermind that she had a dozen or so pink stuffed animals already on her pink comforter colored bed. It wasn't like she liked the color or anything, baka.

Maebe walked up to Chel, and held the paint covered roller up near her head, just close enough to compare. She looked at the roller, then Chel's hair. Then the roller. Then Chel's hair. And the blank expression on her face turned into a smarmy smile. "You would." She chuckled out, grinning cheekily and returning to painting the wall. "It's my favorite. I won't live in a grey room. I won't."

She'd only done one wall so far, but she was almost done with that wall. She was just glad they gave them small rooms - buying this much paint had taken quite a toll on the money she'd just made off the cruiseship from hell.

Oh, a friendly face. Maebe might have been put off by Chel's attempts to get to know her, but Chel did have pink hair, and Maebe was very easily swayed when the color was involved. Plus, she assumed the girl had good taste. So she put her roller down, wiped her hands on the smock she was wearing, and held out her hand. "Maebe." She responded with a cocky grin. "And of course, why would I say no to some free help?"

She moved to her bed, grabbed one of the rollers still in the package, and unwrapped it, before handing it over. "Smooth, long strokes, always stay vertical, don't sway. You can fill one of the paint pads and start on the opposite wall if you want."

Aw yeah, free labor. "What's your name?" Well, not entirely free. Conversation was a fee.

Maebe should have known that she wouldn't be doing the work in silence. She continued to roll the paint down the wall, but her eyes fluttered brattily for a moment, thankfully out of view.

"I'm not sure what you think I meant by fill the paint pads, but.. I probably shouldn't ask." She moved to a new section. "Portal. It sounds familiar but I don't really do games. Is it like, on the computer?" She tried not to make it sound like she had already labeled Chel as a nerd. "I'm Maebe. Friends call me Maebe. Or they would. If I had any." That comment made her grin, but that, too, was lost to the wall. "How long you been a member of the fancy island club for killers, Chel?"