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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[devilwentdownto]

Is tha'... ketchup?

[firstcapital]

Yup...couldn't find paper, let alone pencils. [He hums while adding more ketchup to the floor.]
No worries, I'll just ask Pittsburgh for more of the stuff if I run out. He makes this stuff at home, even though most of his ketchup productions moved to Ohio in recent years.

[devilwentdownto]

He shrugged.
Wha'ever works ah guess. Bu' um... did ya have ta use tha floor?

[firstcapital]

If I did it on the wall...it would be a lot larger than what it is.
[He blinks while looking up at the other.]

Yeah it's Mural Arts Month, but I don't think anyone would want a ketchup mural on the wall. That'll be really hard to get off of there.

[devilwentdownto]

Naw... ah... suppose ya got a point there. So ya are cleanin' it up then?

[firstcapital]

Meh...I guess.
But why would you want to wipe up such wonderful art like this? {Note, the picture isn't even done yet. The most he has done is half of John McCain and a bit of Obama's face. :|}

[devilwentdownto]

Be.... cause i's ketchup... on tha floor?

[firstcapital]

[He goes back to finishing up his picture.]

It's not just ketchup...it's art. One of my best pieces thus far.

[devilwentdownto]

Bu' in tha end... i's ketchup. An' it'll go bad, an' attract all sorts a' nasties inta tha house.
...
An' i's on tha floor.

[firstcapital]

Alright, I'll clean it up afterwords....sorry.

[devilwentdownto]

He shook his head.
Naw, i's alrigh'. Jus' try ta be sure ta. Maybe ya can snap a picture a' it 'fore ya do. Tha' way ya can still have it, bu' it'll get cleaned too.

[firstcapital]

I don't have a camera anymore.

All that shit is in my room...which isn't here anymore.

[devilwentdownto]

Oh... well... someone migh' have one.

[firstcapital]

Dude, I doubt anyone has anything at this present moment. We were kicked outta our rooms at the dead of night. Sometimes I do wish I could've grabbed a sketchbook or something, but I was too worried about Hershey and getting to her at that moment.

[devilwentdownto]

True... Ah glad ya took care a' her though. Ah was kinda... useless.

[firstcapital]

She's my sister, 'course I gotta take care of her.
It was weird though, I never felt anything like that before.