AUTHORS NOTE: So I'm actually enjoying this whole having the story already finished. I might need to do it on all the other stories I have up. If I work on them over the weekend then I have the week free for important stuff like... studying. Bleugh.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters
[Joy]
"Come on," the older detective cried out as he sat down on the floor, his legs hugging the tin of pain closer to him as he struggled to open it, "I thought you'd enjoy the idea of being able to do this with me."
"The reason I asked you to do it was because I hated painting," he said but could see how much joy his partner was getting out of the idea of them doing such a task together so he sat down, his hand patiently being held out for the screwdriver that was being used to open the tin. There was a few more grunts before the choice of tool was handed over. With one easy flick of the wrist, the lid was off and his partner just smiled at him, that joyful grin causing his stomach to do flip flops. "Well I loosened it for you."
"You did no..." his words were cut off by a splodge of paint being dabbed onto his nose, the joyous laughter causing his glare to weaken.
"Yes. I believe that is the colour." He said before standing up and starting to apply it to the walls.