Thirteenth Flare - Yep, still a teenage delinquent

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Characters: Lea, and anyone who wants to run into him
Location: Everywhere throughout Vatheon! 
Time: August 8-9, from around 10 p.m. to the wee hours of the morning
Style: Whatever you want, baby
Status: Open! Ever wanted CR with this nut? Now's your chance.

Lots of people were leaving. Thus, lots of people were hurting. Lea knew how they felt. He

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[hexywitch]

[Lily is taking a late-night walk. Although things are going well with James, she needs a break from him. He's...intense. Especially about her. She comes across a freshly spraypainted message reading 'WE'LL NEVER FORGET THEM'. She pauses, considering what the message might mean, glancing around for whoever might have painted it.]

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[If she is looking for the mysterious graffiti artist, well... Look up.

Although Lea makes his way down soon enough, grinding down an invisible path from up on high. There is another message up on the third floor, now. When Lea comes to a landing, he glances around nonchalantly before spotting his fellow redhead.

WHOA. He gives a small start of surprise before beaming.]

Lily!

[hexywitch]

[She takes a few steps back when she hears her name, looking for the source. She squints, but it's dark and she can't tell who it is.]

Yes? Who's there?

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Oh, sorry, hold on.

[The only reason Lea can see so well is because he is used to nighttime shenanigans. Also, Stein has the worst lighting every in his house.

Fwooosh. Fire magic, handy as always. Holding a small fireball in his hand for light, Lea grins over at her.]

I, uh, guess you didn't get my message from a while ago... But that's okay! Has anyone told you that you... were kind of in Vatheon before?

[got_it_memorizd]

[There's something really surreal about Lea these days, Axel finds himself thinking. It's like looking in a mirror, only it kind of pisses him off all the time. Axel's certainly not in any position to scold someone for their behavior, but tagging walls, even with uplifting messages, isn't something he ever saw himself doing. Until tonight, apparently.

[Moving silently up behind Lea, he takes the opportunity as the kid pulls his hand back to add another layer of paint to a letter to close his fingers over the top of the spray paint can, arresting its motion.]

Wouldn't it be more constructive to print inspirational pamphlets rather than defacing public property?

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[Really, self? Really? Lea never gets in the way of your... stuff... that you do. Yeah.

But when he feels someone come up behind him and take a hold of both his fingers and the spray can, Lea stiffens up and tries to hold back a glower as he looks behind him.

Huh. They're just about the same height now. It's... really kind of weird.]

Pamphlets would just get lost or tossed aside. Maybe glanced at if I'm lucky. Hard to ignore something like this.

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[Weird indeed. He stares a moment, frowning, then releases the can and shakes his head.]

I was mostly being facetious, for the record. I just dunno that this is the kind of image you wanna set up for yourself, you know? [He folds his arms and clicks his tongue.] You make a lousy skinhead--too nice for that. And Demyx'd never forgive you for shaving your hair off, either.

What're you trying to accomplish, anyhow?

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[...Okay what-]

What are you even talking about?

[Like he would ever shave off this vision of beauty.

At the question about just what he's doing, he turns back away but doesn't resume painting. Just lets his arm swing down to his side as he stares at it.]

I don't know. Wait, that's kind of a lie. I guess I do.