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"I mean like, who would?" She pointed to Huey, the paint can, when Ragna asked who did it.

Kumatora gasped and stood up, "Aw cool! See I told you the fever was just a PSI ability awakening!"
Lucas smiled, "Well.. That's great. I'm glad my fever's gone."
Duster grinned, finishing what he was eating.

Autumn blinked and eyed Lucas. She tilted her head, interested in this person, like how she found everyone interesting. She was very curious. She looked back down at her book, interest gone in seconds.

"Life is umm--" Autumn began.
"No." Chastia eyed her calmly.
Autumn, the Assassin, pouted, looking right at Chastia, who was a knight, known for killing Assassins.
Chastia eyed her.
Autumn sighed, slouching over her chair.

"We don't know that, either." He turned back to Captain Aphael. "We also don't know what colour of paint it is."

"Um...does it really matter?"

Autumn shrugged, sitting there, looking down at her book.

"Yes, because my chapter has recently received some new gear, and by some oversight, it was not painted in our colours."

"So, you're telling me this random paint just came into the bar?" Alice tilted her head.

"Yes. I hope it's white or blue paint, as I need those."

"I saw it was yellow- For some reason." She blinked, looking at him, then sighing, looking back down at her book.

"Oh." Captain Messinius seems disappointed. "Well, if anyone has some blue, white, and metallic gold paint, I could use that."

"I think I have some blue paint." She took her backpack off and unzipped it. She took out a small can of blue, red, white, and black paint cans. They were her friend's, who often paints everywhere they go. She slid the paint to him.

Alice sat there bored, book in hand, reading it silently on her chair in the corner.

* max was laying on the bar table not knowing what to do * max: uuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh im so bored and tierd

Oh yikes, the paint bucket has heard that. You see, whenever someone calls him a paint can, he feels like that's an insult. "Paint can?! You think I'm just some ordinary paint can?! That's just rude, dude!"

""Hmm?" She looked up from her book.

Dese is brain dead enough to drink paint, someone should probably her before she does

"Why paint?" She tilted her head, looking right at Dese.

The paint bucket would then sense something. Hmm... On the roof, yes. "Wait. I sense something nearby... I may not be able to smell it, but I can DEFINITELY feel it somewhere nearby!" The Paint Bucket then floats right outside to the tavern's roof.