A Colorful World [Steven]

Steven would be walking down the corridor on his lunch break having finished the book he had, his intention was to return it to the library before his break was over. However as he was walking something out of the corner of his eye would catch his attention. Something different then it normally was and sticking out so much. As he passed the art classroom, the brightness of orange were normally the dull colour of wood would have been, caught his eye from through the window and he stop.

Stepping up to the window instead he would see, someone painting the table the colour orange that had caught his eye. Using there hand? Okay that surely was not someone repainting the tables with permission, because he doubted anyone would be giving them a new lick of paint without using a paint brush. Steven would push open the door and step inside, gently closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" He would ask in a soft tone, making sure not to sound hositle

Steven raised an eyebrow at the guy painting the table with his hands, when he rushed to get some green paint and then moved over to try and paint him. Steven didn't want to have to physically stop the guy, but didn't see much choice. So when Aaron reached out, Steven would gently grab his wrist to prevent him. "People are not for painting." Steven told him, Steven didn't exactly know why Aaron came across slightly childish, but wouldn't just shout him down for it. Instead, he would try and aim it else where. "Come here." Steven would say to him, before letting go of the guy's wrist and then moving to the back of the classroom. 

Steven would pull open one of the cupboards at the back of the room, and pulled out a large easel and canvas and would set it up. "If you're going to paint, why not paint something that won't be washed away and keep it." Steven said and would step out of the way so that Aaron could aim his creative desire at the blank square of white instead of the tables or himself. 

Steven would feel hands on his back as he went to get the canvas and would bring up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. 'Do not get angry.' Steven said to himself in his head and would slowly turn around. Seeing that Aaron had got yet another colour of paint. Steven would head over to the sinks, shrugging out his jacket. "You're lucky, other people would not take being painted so calmly, but please don't do it again." Steven would say trying to wash the paint off the back of his jacket before it had chance to dry. 

As Steven attempt to wash his jacket, he heard Aaron coming up behind him. Though he gave him the benefit of the doubt hoping beyond hope that the boy would have understood to cut it out. Then came the wetness toughing his hair and Steven would jerk away. His hair would not be unscathed but he minimised the amount of paint he got on it. "Not the hair!" Steven would actually shout, losing his temper a little. As the boy would move on to paint.

Steven pinched the brow of his nose, as Aaron ran around the room erratically. Where was a teacher when you needed one, it was almost enough to make him not want to be one himself one day. Almost. Trying to keep himself calm, Steven wouldn't be able to intercept Aaron reaching the packet of fake snow which would not long after flutter down around part of the room. "Kamile will kill me if I don't stop this." Steven muttered to himself. Steven would then walk over to Aaron, and attempt to pick him up and put him over a shoulder, he didn't want to hurt the boy, but just get him to stop and carry him away from the room. Steven could come back and clean it before the teacher hopefully ever found out. 

Steven would be glad that it appeared the kid, was enjoying being picked up and removed like this. Well at least at first, however the boy would start to struggle from nowhere again. "What is it?" Steven would ask trying to hold the boy still.