Colors

When he threw the mashed potato into the pile of things he now needed to throw away, the dots along her cheekbones turned red until he put his palms on the ground again. Then it hit him. Every time she reacted strongly, some odd series of dots along her body turned colors. He smiled at himself for a moment, pulling out his phone and finding a website to show solid colors on the screen. She crawled toward him while he was messing around with it. He pulled up blue and showed it to her. She relaxed more than he'd seen her allow so far, a recognizable smile of relief on her face.

"Okay. Okay, we're getting somewhere. Blue good. Red bad. We can work with this.", he kept showing her the blue color and stood up. She looked nervous for a moment, but didn't panic. "Finally...thought you were gonna make me crawl all the time at this rate." He smiled and held a hand out, waiting for her to take it before pulling her to her feet and leading her to the couch. She made the same giggle-like trilling sound at the feeling of the fabric.

"What if we show you something familiar...", he mused. While she occupied herself with molesting his sofa cushions, he turned on the television and found a nature documentary on ocean life. She jumped and dots all along her limbs and face flashed a blue that managed to glow slightly. She looked innocent. Like a child that just found a passion in life. He smiled at her and walked past, to continue cleaning. It took nearly half an hour to collect all the things she'd thrown around. The trash collectors were not going to like him this week...