Patterns
by SMYGO4EVA
Boulder paused amidst his painting, his servos feeling sore. The primary colors of red and green showed up a little more than he had expected on his painting of a garden; they were almost being too bright.
"Boulder?" Chase called out, strolling in from the garage.
"Hey, Chase. I'm just finishing this painting I've been on." Boulder replied, his optics locked on his unfinished work. Chase stood next to Boulder, eyeing the painting. He looked closer, squinting slightly.
"If you're concerned about the brightness of the colors, perhaps darkening them would even your painting," Chase inferred.
Boulder blinked and then looked back, seeing how that would work. He wasn't entirely sure why he waited, rather than splashing any shade that could fit on his work. But he took his paintbrush, dipped it in a cup filled with water, and gently, put more of the color on. As the color darkened, the landscape of the garden became refined, became better.
A smile unfolded on Boulder's faceplate. "Thanks, Chase."
"You're quite welcome. It was, as the humans say, nothing really. "