10-15-2020, 05:31 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;text-indent: 30px;"]Paint. Torsten had never painted before, and it seemed as though in honor of Halloween, it would be his first time doing so. Having quickly ran to his cousin so that he could be one of the - if not the - first to be able to pick from the batch of the orange vegetables, he would watch as some NPC's stood at the adults only bucket, filled with knives and other carving tools, shooing the children away from it so that they couldn't get to the supplies inside. That was okay, he decided, since he already had a plan, and unless an adult wanted to help out, he was fine with just sticking with paint.
Grabbing some green and red paint, he would make his way to where he would be seated, drop them down, and make his way back to the pumpkins, and attempt to nudge one that was way too big for the child over to where he wanted to paint. He could probably do with a smaller pumpkin, one more suited for his size and for painting on, but he wanted to make a big turtle. That was until tears began to form in his eyes when the pumpkin didn't budge, and he simply sat down in defeat, a small huff leaving him as he tried to fight the tears back.
Grabbing some green and red paint, he would make his way to where he would be seated, drop them down, and make his way back to the pumpkins, and attempt to nudge one that was way too big for the child over to where he wanted to paint. He could probably do with a smaller pumpkin, one more suited for his size and for painting on, but he wanted to make a big turtle. That was until tears began to form in his eyes when the pumpkin didn't budge, and he simply sat down in defeat, a small huff leaving him as he tried to fight the tears back.