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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[walks into Milliways, looking tired but quite happy with himself. There are still paint-stains on his fingers]

[flips another coin at the bar (making a mental note to hunt around for paying commissions) and finds his normal table.]

[leaves his sketchbook in his statchel and just watches the bar, idly drinking]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*appears, grinning his fool head off*

Evening.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow at the grin]

Dolcho nocto...you look like a cat, Thom.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

I've heard that before.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[leans back in his chair]

Same reason?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

I don't know. What's your reason?

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

You look pleased with yourself. Most cats do.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Tonight, Sario, I'm pleased with the whole damn world.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[settles back in his chair, his feet on the table and crossed at the ankles]

Always a good thing, I've found. Care to tell me why, estudo meyo?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*grins and bounces a little*

Oh, nothing much, only...

*whispers, as if he's afraid to say it lest it stop being true*

...I've seen my sister.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Well, well...she was glad to see you?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*considers this* Eventually.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Eventually?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

She didn't believe it was me at first.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Hello...I don't believe I've seen you around here before.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Only been here once, and then I was mostly talking flowers. Flowers are pretty cool.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Talking flowers?

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna plant some daisies.

In the greenhouse.

I may wear a jungle hat.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[looks utterly blank]

Jungle hat?

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Hat. For in the jungle. Jungle hat.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

...I see [hides his blank look]

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

What do you do, man?

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

I'm a painter.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Wow. What kind of painter? Are we talking weirdness with fruit and shit, or like, big swirls *waves arm randomly*, or that weird stuff that makes you look at it about five times before you realise it's s'posed to be an egg, or what?

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[glares] We could be talking about normal paintings about people, you know.