please excuse my hands

[firstcapital]

With his room gone, Josh hasn't been able to do anything regarding art in a very long time. This simple fact of having an artless world is just...it's making him slightly depressed.
So sitting on the floor in the living room, Josh starts painting a picture in ketchup on the floor.
What makes this even more unbearable is that October makes Mural

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[bawlmer]

[leaning over his shoulder and tipping her head to the side.]
What are you painting?

[firstcapital]

[Smearing more ketchup on the floor, he shrugs.]

McCain and Obama.

[bawlmer]

But why in ketchup? I mean, other than the fact that, you know, our rooms are gone.
[sitting down beside him.]

[firstcapital]

Because...it's like using paint.

Or at least it remind me of the stuff.

[bawlmer]

[she shrugs.] Makes me wish I had some french fries.

[firstcapital]

Nah I like cheese fries better.

[He laughs.]

You kicked Sven's ass or what?

[bawlmer]

Any kinda fries would be good, actually. [a shrug. someone's just craving nasty oily foods at the moment. probably because, for once, she's too lazy to cook. she laughs a little at the next question, though.]

Man I wanted to. I don't think he got that I didn't give a shit about his high-brow moral dilemmas, I was just sayin' that if anyone fucked with my Ma again I wouldn't be so nice about it. I tried to swing at him but fuckin' Coltin basically wrestling held me, so, I didn't land anything...

[firstcapital]

I would make you some, but I can't find a kitchen in here. Well the one I did find only had condiments in it.

[Sitting up, he wipes his hands off.]

Who's Coltin again?

[bawlmer]

Yeah, well, I'm just too lazy to go find a damn kitchen.
Hampden. My ex-husband, if that rings a bell any better.

[firstcapital]

Nah, still doesn't ring a bell.
I choose not to really get in peoples personal lives like that. Thought he was a friend or something.

[bawlmer]

Well, he's still my friend. He just meddles when I'm picking fights or, as he calls it, 'being ridiculous.'
[she snorts a little.] If he wasn't him, I would've punched him instead.

[firstcapital]

Yous a lot tougher than I thought, that's for one.

[bawlmer]

[raising an eyebrow and looking at the other.]
What do you mean, man? Think I was some sort of big talker?

[firstcapital]

For the longest, yeah...I did think you were all talk.

[bawlmer]

I'm too tired to even punch you for that. [sighing.]
I hate not having a room.

[firstcapital]

Why punch me for speaking my mind; you secretly a dictator?
[He snorts.]

I miss my room too...all my stuff. My bongs, record collection, and weed...my life is officially over.