Theo yawned; even after coffee and malasadas, he was really starting to look forward to being done. So good thing they almost were. "Got the stain," he mumbled, grabbing a brush and starting to slather on the coating.
Then he used his telekinesis to pick up another brush and work with it, so he could put on twice as much stain at once. Nice. That was why he'd picked this task: to finally have something his magic would make easier. His telekinesis might not be strong enough to lift a palm tree out of the ground, but he could slap a brush around no problem.
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Stain for Theo!
can't say good morning without lying twice
