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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne faces down her nemesis with weapon in hand, dressed for battle.

Her armor is paint-splattered jeans and a t-shirt, hair tied back under a bandana.

The weapon of choice? A paint roller loaded with what the hardware store called Eggshell White.

The nemesis? The third of four walls in the entryway.

She squares her shoulders and starts on the attack, humming to herself.

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[ten_of_swords]

"I am never cute. I'm Ruin, remember? Ruin is supposed to be frightening and fear, not cute."

He twists around to see the damage to his jeans.

"You know you're replacing those, right?"

[song_tra_bong]

"I find you cute, on occassion. You'd prefer...handsome? Imposing? Tall, dark and dangerous?"

She grins. "Sure thing. Just thought it was time to get some of my own back."

[ten_of_swords]

"I think I could go with tall, dark and dangerous."

He wields his paint roller with menace.

"How about we see how nice your hair looks in latex?"

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne takes a step back.

"Oooooh no, you don't. Clothes are one thing, but hair? Don't think so."

[ten_of_swords]

"Aww, come on, Legs. Just a little."

His eyes glitter as he advances.

"I think you could use a change!"

[song_tra_bong]

And she takes another step back.

"You really think I'd look that good with white hair?"

[ten_of_swords]

"Only one way to find out..."

He grins.

[song_tra_bong]

"What ever happened to hair dye?"

She holds out her paint roller, ready to deflect any attempts he might make.

[ten_of_swords]

"I dunno... but this seems a lot faster and less permanent."

He lunges at her, roller raised for action.

[song_tra_bong]

"But it's wall paint."

She yelps, dodging out of the way.

[ten_of_swords]

He laughs, tosses the roller to the dropcloth, and then pounces her.

"You are so cute when you run from me."

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs, dropping her own roller in the process. Thankfully, it lands on the tarp as well.

"I'd hate to take away the thrill of the chase."

[ten_of_swords]

"You should never run from anything immortal," he points out as he nuzzles her neck.

He'd never admit he's seen The Last Unicorn...

...but he agrees with the sentiment.

[song_tra_bong]

"I shouldn't do a lot of things," she says, teeth scraping against his ear.

"Doesn't mean I won't at least try."