[table][tr][td][div style="width: 70px; height:70px; background-image:url(https://i.imgbox.com/W8N8gUDb.png); background-size: cover; background-position: top;"][/td][td][div style="width: 100px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #ff0000; line-height: 100%; padding-top: 6px; padding-left: 6px; opacity: 0.75; text-transform: lowercase;"]my brother's friends explain to me, with breathless words and bloody knees; it's a black eyed trust, respect the pain.
[/td][/tr][/table]Alexander is quiet even as people start to approach, surprisingly focused on the horribly drawn flower they had painted next to Marko's skull. They break out of it when the can Rialto had thrown at them hits their arm, turning the petal of a flower to a jagged line. They hiss and whip around to face the vampire, teeth bared in annoyance. "Listen, artiste, you could have just handed me the can." They growl, picking up their abandoned spray paint and throwing it towards the man, aiming for his head. They pick up the green and continue to paint, heeding Rialto's advice despite their earlier irritation.
When they finish, they step back, admiring their work. A few very shaky flowers, painted over old tags and obviously worse paintings than theirs. Alexander steps back to admire their work, allowing space for the others to come in and create their own pieces. They go back to their station at the table, sliding the notepad closer and frowning when they see that exactly zero of the people that had arrived had actually written down their names.
- kat is dum
- Please send me money on Venmo.
- will pay $10 if you kill Rialto.
Little shits. This ruined their whole aesthetic. Alexander regrets laying a pen out - now there was no way to erase what the others had written down, and it took too much work and energy to start a new page. They would just have to live with this. They sigh loudly, expecting attention from one of the five people there. They lift their eyes to Adrien's face, raising a brow when he talked about his persona. There were supernatural creatures living in San Creado; it wasn't hard to believe there were two people inside the boy's body. "Adrien! Welcome to the party, filled with absolutely no party poopers. Please, take a card. Get in touch with your artistic side." They gesture to the pineapple and the line of spray cans, smile sharp.
&& 2/3 graffiti a wall, 2/3 pineapple
When they finish, they step back, admiring their work. A few very shaky flowers, painted over old tags and obviously worse paintings than theirs. Alexander steps back to admire their work, allowing space for the others to come in and create their own pieces. They go back to their station at the table, sliding the notepad closer and frowning when they see that exactly zero of the people that had arrived had actually written down their names.
- kat is dum
- Please send me money on Venmo.
- will pay $10 if you kill Rialto.
Little shits. This ruined their whole aesthetic. Alexander regrets laying a pen out - now there was no way to erase what the others had written down, and it took too much work and energy to start a new page. They would just have to live with this. They sigh loudly, expecting attention from one of the five people there. They lift their eyes to Adrien's face, raising a brow when he talked about his persona. There were supernatural creatures living in San Creado; it wasn't hard to believe there were two people inside the boy's body. "Adrien! Welcome to the party, filled with absolutely no party poopers. Please, take a card. Get in touch with your artistic side." They gesture to the pineapple and the line of spray cans, smile sharp.
&& 2/3 graffiti a wall, 2/3 pineapple
LOVIN' WHAT I'M TASTIN',
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!