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[whynosuck]

Look! A puppy-boy enters -- he's got kind of floppy blond hair, shit brown eyes (that are actually kind of pretty, to the typist's chagrin), and he's not that tall for around here -- about 5'9". He clings to walls a bit, and he'll make his way to a comfortable chair and curl up in it, trying to look invisible*

Nicodemos Smith, son of Lamia -- he

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[savagelystill]

*...this is a rather direct and intent sort of look, right at him*

[whynosuck]

*... whatanicewall*

[savagelystill]

*evenly* Maybe if you study it a bit more, something interesting will appear on it.

[whynosuck]

*.___. dammit, he has to talk now* It is interesting...

[savagelystill]

*...looks at it as well* This wall right here?

[whynosuck]

... Yes.

[savagelystill]

This wall? The one I'm looking at right now? The blank wall?

[whynosuck]

It's painted.

[savagelystill]

Oh, how foolish of me. Naturally, that makes all the difference.

[whynosuck]

Natural wood is actually more interesting.

[savagelystill]

So what makes this so fascinating?

[whynosuck]

The colors used to mix the paint.

[savagelystill]

*...raises an eyebrow, prompting elaboration*

[whynosuck]

... You can't just mix that green with white and primary green.

[savagelystill]

Can't you?

[whynosuck]

*looks at her like she's drinking a bug and blood cocktail* ... No.