The Palette Pt. 23: Colors

TW: whumpee as an object, recovering whumpee

The palette let its fingers play over all the different fabrics and colors. Mitch had brought in two big bags full of clothes and dumped them on its bed. He told the palette it could have anything it wanted.

It was too much clothing for a palette. They had to know that, didn't they? It had told Mark that a palette had no use for so many things but he insisted. He'd looked so excited for Jesse to have new clothes, and nervous, though it couldn't hope to understand why.

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