2014-09-23 23:59 (UTC)
Travis stepped inside after a moment and looked around. The fumes were pretty strong but he figured he'd just pass out before he admitted weakness to that.

"Have you been painting all day?" he wondered, picking up the roller. "I'm actually impressed that there's not more pain on floors, in the hallway and on your things."
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