Chapitre 171: Oh, The Options

Billie Bob Taylor 

"I think the paint in Germany different," I scrunched my face as I looked at the wall Benedito and I spent the past hour painting. 

It was beautifully painted. A very neat job if I do say so myself but the big problem came down to the color. One half was a darker beige where I painted whilst the other was a lighter beige where Benedito had painted. On his side of the wall were darker beige patches where I fixed his work. 

"Maybe the paint is wet," he frowned as he took a step back to also stare at the wall in complete bewilderment. We hummed at the same time. He looked down to our separate trays with paint then furrowed his eyebrows. 

He picked up mine then put it next to his before he hit the back of my head so hard my hat came flying off. 

"You gon' have my boot so far up your ass you'll be singing hillbilly songs through your mouth ol'son," I yelled as I attempted to hit the back of his head but he easily caught my hand.