(This chapter may be really short sry)

In the morning Paintbrush goes on a jog that turns into a walk, they later paint. Nothing much, or at least, it would be if it wasn't for Lightbulb.

Lightbulbs POV: Painty has been acting odd, they seem a lot happier than they used to. I have no idea why, but I kinda like it.

I enjoy it really. We keep having these, moments I remember or that I'm used to, but their different. I follow them around and stick by them at all times, but instead of making a face at me or telling me to leave them alone, they welcome it and smile and laugh. I'll lean on them and they'll let me and won't push me away. I feel like it's kinda sudden, their change in attitude/personality, but they always did have this soft side to them that I always loved. I love it when they were kind and acted like a dad/mom to us, caring.

"Lighty?" They ask. Oh, I had been drifting off in their lap, I'm all spread out like a stretching cat. "Huh- oh, sorry" I giggle and they giggle back at me, blushing a little. "Well, it's time for my jog, I wanted to let you know before I left" They get up, making me roll off of their lap and onto the floor.

They grab their headphones and put a band-strap thingy on their head and wrists. They pat me on the head and leave the hotel. I quickly get up and stumble after them. I don't know what I'm doing, they're fast. I try to reach them but fail, soon I'm running after them.

I trip and give up multiple times, but I get back up. I finally, barley catch up, close enough to hear "PUNK TACTICS" blasting from their headphones. I try to tap them but I just gently tap their hair with the very tip of my finger. I have no idea why I'm doing this, it's just, like I need to follow them? I have to be there for them.

I Huff and puff and I get Paintbrush to look behind them in concern."Lightbulb! What are you doing? " I smile between breathes. "Ke-Keeping fit!" I pant.

They stand and then respond "Oh, Okay!" They smile, a mischievous smile. They continue to run, I realize now. THEY WERE NEVER JOGGING, THEY WERE FULL ON SPRINTING!!!! No wonder it took me 20 minutes just to tap their shoulder. I run after them. "SLOW DOWN!" They smile and turn back. "I thought you were keeping fit and going on a run?" I grunt and stare up at them. "You said- huff- that you were going puff- on a JOG." They smile and chuckle.

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"Want me to give you a piggy back rid-" "YES." I reply fast.

They lift me up into their back and slowly walk, very different from their sprinting. Their headphones are off their ears(?) And now resting on their neck(???) I play with their hair as they walk around the small trail.

"So what's up?" Paintbrush tries to start a conversation. Little do they know, "The sky." I laugh. They frown. "Bruh."

"You know I could just drop you, right?" They tease, but I know they can. "Yeah but you wouldn't do that." They shrug and keep walking.

They make a lap around the park area as I start to rant about board games for some reason.

"So like, what's the point in keeping or making those dumb area, places, whatever if players won't pay? Like, GIVE ME MY MONEY!!!" "Yeah I know right?" We walk into the lobby and they place me down. I love the chaos always happening in the hotel. Cheesy is carrying Tissues who has a dirty snot rag, both of them chasing Trophy, who's screaming like a girl. Baseball and Suitcase are talking but it seems like their getting mad at a topic. Probably Nickel, who is trying to fight balloon, but OJ is holding him back.

"Wow." They avoid everyone carefully and run upstairs. What is it with them running? I run after them and they stop. They walk into their art room and grab their painting supplies, that seem to be in a new place, like they've used recently, but I know why. They walk out and back downstairs and our of the hotel. I walk after them, leaving the screams of choas in the hotel. They walk to a pretty valley and set up their painting supplies. I sit beside them in the ground, them on a stool. The birds are... Birding and the bugs are bugging. But I'm not Lightbulbing. I'm being calm and collective. Not any longer!

I get up and lay on a stone, making multiple poses. "What are you doing?" They smile. I pose on my back, making a kissy face. "Being your model!" They laugh and look over and back at their painting. "Whatever."

I pose a few more times and they chuckle. Soon they lay their brush down. "Done!" I jump up and run over. "Oh it's so pretty!!!" I squeal and admire it.

"Yeah... Like you." I look at them, they're leaning over and admiring me with their adorable and soft eyes. Wowza. I blush and lean closer to their face... I mean, if they want to kiss, then uh... Sure... Their eyes widen and they stumble back off of their stool. "Huh?"" HUH?" we both exclaim. I help them up and just ignore the fact I just tried to kiss them... They wipe their face and cough. "Um, if you uh, really like it, you can, um, keep it." They hand me the painting. I grab it and smile. "I can just, uh, paint , a-another one. "

Yeah like the others you have of me.

Ah. -Willow