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[owneroftheworstroom]

[ Hello, network. Have you met Bruno yet? No? Then you're in luck, because someone helped him figure out how to use a smart phone. Which can only go well.

Bruno is standing proudly among a gathering of containers filled with- Maybe paint? There's also a rather beat-up metal bucket containing an unholy amount of that glitter you all have grown so fond of. And in his hand, while presenting all this, he holds a bunch of obviously used brushes. Still, he looks very pleased with himself. ]

Okay. I got the paint. I got brushes! I KNOW a few of you wanted to help painting the hotel, so this is your chance! Look, I even got plenty of the sparkling stuff!

[ He spins around to cheerfully present THE GLITTER. ]

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[owneroftheworstroom]

Telenovela.

[ Bruno nods and uses his brush and some green paint to write the word on the wall in front of him, then adds a smiling face underneath. It'll be fine. The paint's fresh and he can turn it into a set of leaves. ]

I admittedly don't know where it comes from, but- Yes. It's a story. Or several stories that tie together into a masterpiece!

[mutedsuspicions]

_{[It's a strange word. Lerith tries to think of how it's spelled since it's apparently one word and not many trying to make a sentence. It finally clicks when Bruno paints out the words in green. It makes more sense when it's written out!]}

lots of stories done on a stage? adn it is ongoing? that sounds strange but really interesting. i want to see one someimte. do you think there could be a telenovela here?

_{[He starts painting, but with less confidence than his friend. He didn't want to mess up anything Bruno wanted to do, so he made what he was thinking could be grass where the wall met the floor to start.]}

[owneroftheworstroom]

Hmmm...

[ Bruno considers the question while working on a couple of large green leaves. ]

Maybe? I mean, I'd need to make a new setup and... Hm.

[ His rats. Those aren't with him in this place. Which may be better for them, all things considered. Bruno's tone becomes a little more pensive, though. ]

Maybe. Wouldn't mind telling María's story. We haven't heard of her since she left her family after finding out About her mother and Pablo but it has been hinted at that she may encounter Carmen.

[ Is he rambling? Maybe. A little. He misses his telenovelas... ]

[mutedsuspicions]

_{[Lerith watches Bruno for a long moment, noting the softness that sets into his features. The elf leaves him to his thoughts, continuing his own painting of leaves with space to make flowers later. Maybe he could paint crystal grace onto the wall. That would be pretty.]}

'oh? what did maria find out about her mother and pablow? this sounds like a good story.'

_{[Gently his elbow comes up to give Bruno a barely there bump - so he didn't disrupt the painting - and gives an encouraging smile to him.]}

'i will listen to all of your telenovelas!'

[owneroftheworstroom]

[ The small nudge makes Bruno look over at Lerith and after a very brief moment he can't help but respond with a fond smile. ]

Thanks, Lerith. You'd enjoy them!

I mean, I couldn't be spoiling the upcoming plot, of course, but María... Well. Pablo was betraying her with her mother and there was fighting and ugly words and tears and- She left. Wise decision, if you ask me. She hasn't been happy for too long and chances are good that she'll finally find happiness.

[mutedsuspicions]

_{[The smile widens on Lerith's face, brightening up his eyes. He listens to Bruno like he used to listen to Bull's stories back in Thedas. He does little painting and more listening before he goes back to stroking the bristles over the wall.]}

'this is a good story. a good telenovela. sounds like something you would hear about from orlais back home. you must be a verry good story teller where you are from.'

[owneroftheworstroom]

[ Bruno chuckles sheepishly. ]

You really think so? Thanks! I never really shared any of my own stories. Wanted to, but- Y'know. Never really got the opportunity.

[mutedsuspicions]

_{[Lerith works some blue onto the leaves he painted, trying to paint what he knew to be crystal grace. Bruno's sheepish chuckle gets his attention and a frown pulls a little at his mouth.]}

'no opportunity? was there too much going on where you are from?'

[owneroftheworstroom]

You might say so...

[ Bruno lets out a sigh. ]

There is... Always lots to do. Everyone has their chores.

[mutedsuspicions]

<sub>[Chores. Chores were no fun. At least where the elf was from. That little frown threatens hard to come back, and almost does. There's something about Bruno's posture and tone that makes it sound like it might be more than chores.

But he doesn't push. Friends don't push for things like that. People tell things when they're ready.

Instead, Lerith gets a small dab of paint onto his fingertip and reaches up to push the green coloring against Bruno's cheek. He pushes his almost-frown into a smirk.]</sub>

'no chores here, only paint!'