[He dabs a few more strokes' worth of paint on before speaking up, not even looking his way:]
Somethin' you wanted?
[The one he's focused on right now seems to be deep, dark blues, growing darker still towards the center, but it's hard to tell much else more than that at the moment.]
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Somethin' you wanted?
[The one he's focused on right now seems to be deep, dark blues, growing darker still towards the center, but it's hard to tell much else more than that at the moment.]
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[There's also like, a buttload of sketches littering the floor, that's a thing. This man is terrible at keeping any space clean, shock and surprise.]
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[He will nudge a couple around with his shoe, though.]
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And people think I'm a pain in the ass.
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I'm an enemy of humanity. What's your excuse?
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He just laughs though, continuing to paint away.]
Who says I'm not the same?