[ He lets himself trail off as he watches the shoelace burn shorter, shorter, all the way up to the edge of the can...
James's breath hitches in his throat in anticipation. And sure enough, the can explodes, yellow paint splashing everywhere (including on James, of course) and sending the can flying through the air momentarily before it clatters to the ground again.
The wall is still untouched. ]
Great. So we just wasted two cans of paint and all our clothes for nothing.
no subject
[ He lets himself trail off as he watches the shoelace burn shorter, shorter, all the way up to the edge of the can...
James's breath hitches in his throat in anticipation. And sure enough, the can explodes, yellow paint splashing everywhere (including on James, of course) and sending the can flying through the air momentarily before it clatters to the ground again.
The wall is still untouched. ]
Great. So we just wasted two cans of paint and all our clothes for nothing.