Relieved to see that his warning was heeded, Quin wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and only succeeded it smearing purple paint across it. Not that he knew that of course, he was completely oblivious and content. That was, until that brunette that walked in questioned his color choices.

"No, really?" Quin would be bereft if she thought his color choices weren't working. He rather thought it was a nice contrast, but now he was second guessing himself. He put his hands on his hips, tilted his head to the side and looked at the purple trim with a critical frown. It was comical if nothing else, to see him standing there with purple smudges on his face looking like a petulant child.

"Everybody likes purple." He insisted, raising an eyebrow hopefully at the brunette. Orange was his favorite color, that wasn't going to change any time soon, but now he was second-guessing all of his color choices!