22th Death
[if anyone is in a random park today, they might spot a homeless person (who may look familiar to a few of you) sitting on a bench and who's also getting a few weird looks from passersby.
coming closer reveals that Dextera seems to have set up a bit of a painting area for himself, but he's not exactly painting the scenery. two finished paintings were already leaning against the bench and Dextera was just starting a third one. he looks a little hopeful whenever someone stops and stares at the....art, but they soon walk away again.
his stomach growls and the mute sighs. he knew the basics (selling things = money = food) thanks to the Coffin Man, but he didn't know why it wasn't working.
....price tags might help here, if he knew what they were, and less morbid art but he was more worried about where everyone else was. it didn't help matters that Dextera was still lost.]
[ooc: open.]