Angelina laughed when Helena admitted to being excited. "Well, if it makes you strange I must be strange too. I think it's normal, though. I mean - even just something as simple as paint is a fresh beginning, right? I don't know about you, but I could definitely use one of those. Plus, I think with bright colours it'll make this place happier to live in." Standing up and lugging a paint can close to the wall, Ange grinned. "Although, I've heard painting is tedious, so maybe we are weird for being excited." Within seconds, Angelina had poured the yellow paint into a tray, grabbed a brush, and pressed it against the wall.
Paint fumes annoyed some people, but Ange had never dislike them. In fact, she almost enjoyed the smell. She wasn't sure how much they would get done today, but that didn't bother her. They'd started their project, which was the hardest part of all.
When Angelina pressed her brush a little too hard against the wall, some paint came flying off, hitting both her and Helena. For some reason, it was absolutely hilarious to Angelina, and she found herself in a fit of laughter. Between gasps she managed to struggle out 'sorry', but her uncontrollable laughter wasn't helping anymore paint get onto the walls.