Her eyes widened as he nearly fell off the bed, her arm instinctively reaching out. Though, that was not needed when she saw him sit up straight and couldn’t help but laugh. “Smooooth, Leroy,” she chuckled. “And daisies can be manly! What if I made them holding flame throwers?”
Lips pursed. “We can do it right on your stomach, or your face.” She went to lie down next to him, propping herself on one elbow while she took Leroy’s hand. She took one of the paint tubes, dabbed a little on the brush and began to idly paint at Leroy’s hand. “Seriously, you don’t want to study? If you’re complaining about failing so much that you were looking for a tutor, shouldn’t you actually put in the effort!”