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“Well,” Bradley sighed, dropping his suit case on the couch before turning to face the mess on the wall. “At least you’ve got a nice color in mind and not some horrendous one.”
Even if Brad wanted to object on the color, or even repainting the place in general, he doubted after the day he had at work he’d have the energy to. He took off his coat and loosened his tie, his eyes narrowing and scanning the room with dark red in mind. “We’ll have to get new curtains, though, before we invite anyone over, because that grey won’t go well with dark red - it’d look like a dungeon in here.”
"It was honestly a few seconds away from being a dark pink, but I thought you’d protest against that.” He joked with an all too unconvincing smile, setting down the tools to wipe away the paint that smeared his hands like red charcoal. It was a nice look, and he even raised them to show Bradley. “You should be helping instead of thinking of interior design.”
Vince stepped forward when the other continued, reaching for the already loosened tie to take it off completely. It was a weird feeling, being the one to receive someone, but he wasn’t about to complain. “What if I want dungeon. huh? Chains and whips, maybe some leather suits. Turn this into American Horror Story.” There was another smile as he set the tie onto the recliner. “Sexy, right?”













