[!!! The sound of something rustling. Then, something like metal being put on wood.]
Te echo de menos, mi amigo! How are you d --
[More rustling and suddenly brief static] Ay...sorry. I was just fooling around with some old paint supplies and the phone dropped. Ahahah...But! Oh, I'm so happy you called!
C'est bien. I am well, mon ami. Well, as well as I can be with the headache that I have right now.
[ He laughs. ]
I was going through some things today and I found some old scrapbooks. It made me think of you, mon Espagne. Oui? Are you painting? Or Antonio, you were always such a good painter. You had some of the very best in the world, mon ami.
Not really painting so much as just fooling about. I was cleaning to be honest. But I guess...when I found these old easels and oils, I couldn't help myself!
As do you , Francis! Though I suppose telling you about the sheer beauty you possess is just stating the obvious, huh?
Ah....[A little, cute sigh] But....these days, I'm really out of practice, I think. [There's more paint on him and the floor than there seems to be on the canvas, at the moment]
phone call wherein we pretend this has nothing to do with gnd.savoureuxAugust 19 2011, 04:09:24 UTC
Oui, it is stating the obvious! But of course, the said can be said about you and how handsome you are, mon ami. Aaa, while I captured the raw beauty of the world with paint, you refined it and brought something new to it. Picasso? Dali? Geniuses everywhere in your lands, mon Espagne. It is no coincidence, you know.
[ He shifts his position to hold the phone with his shoulder to his ear. ] Nonsense! You could paint a masterpiece with your eyes shut, using only your nose to paint with. [ He laughs. ]
phone call wherein Spain paints like a slow child.conquisteAugust 19 2011, 12:47:40 UTC
Oh. Dios mio. That sweet mouth of yours can talk the pants off of any person, Francia. You're making me blush!
I think I've actually done that before, si me acuerdo correctamente. More than once even. ...You know, I might be doing that right now. This canvas is continually beginning to look like repeated imprints of my own face. [Small wonder; he is drenched in a rainbow of both dry and damp paints and has spent the past few moments flinging colors across the room than actually putting brush to paper.]
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Te echo de menos, mi amigo! How are you d --
[More rustling and suddenly brief static] Ay...sorry. I was just fooling around with some old paint supplies and the phone dropped. Ahahah...But! Oh, I'm so happy you called!
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[ He laughs. ]
I was going through some things today and I found some old scrapbooks. It made me think of you, mon Espagne. Oui? Are you painting? Or Antonio, you were always such a good painter. You had some of the very best in the world, mon ami.
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As do you , Francis! Though I suppose telling you about the sheer beauty you possess is just stating the obvious, huh?
Ah....[A little, cute sigh] But....these days, I'm really out of practice, I think. [There's more paint on him and the floor than there seems to be on the canvas, at the moment]
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[ He shifts his position to hold the phone with his shoulder to his ear. ] Nonsense! You could paint a masterpiece with your eyes shut, using only your nose to paint with. [ He laughs. ]
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I think I've actually done that before, si me acuerdo correctamente. More than once even. ...You know, I might be doing that right now. This canvas is continually beginning to look like repeated imprints of my own face. [Small wonder; he is drenched in a rainbow of both dry and damp paints and has spent the past few moments flinging colors across the room than actually putting brush to paper.]
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