—from ashes.

A night art vigilante? Hilarious. Protecting Sangren with creepy ass paintings. At most, I think my art as the background to some alley fights could be pretty cool.

You could come with me and I could tell you while they’re happening or I can disclose after I’m done. Your choice.

Protecting, menacing. Whichever sounds fun. Better than that Banksy git. A fight background’s good. Long as they keep the blood outta the art.

I think I will try and keep up the art streak. I’ve never thought about doing more walls, but now that you say it I think I might look into that. Or just do it. Nobody’s really looking to put away vandalizers with all the extra going on.

I will. That thought was just to start. I can tell you about them if you want.

Aye. Turn into a proper night art vigilante. Little paint on brick buildings is the least of the town’s troubles. 

Manners. Pffft. And that’s how I feel, a little. It was nice to lose myself in it. Obvious enough? I thought I was keeping the cartoon wolf heart eyes under control but I guess not. Now I’m gonna use your shower and think about how you called me a hell of an artist.

Terrible. Good. Does this mean you plan to keep up the art streak? Plenty of walls around town to keep you busy. Maybe I was waiting for the wolf whistle to say something. Feel free to think of other me-related thoughts in there as well. But that’s a good one. 

I actually only need the one invite before I can come over whenever I want.

Now I just gotta clean up the space a little bit and then probably clean the charcoal and acrylic off my skin. I get so into it and don’t even notice I’m covered in the medium. “Figured as much.” I must be obvious then. But I’m glad you think so.

Even creatures of the night can text before barging in, pet. Just mannerly. 

No, just your regular paranoia.

I don’t even know if late is a concept once you go days. I still like laying down sometimes though. Hmm…definitely not grannies. I think of things I couldn’t do with a granny. Shouldn’t do. Also if you were really an old lady, you’d hate this wall.

See if I invite you over to paint again. 

I didn’t mean it.

I was hoping you’d stay up with me but I didn’t want to assume since you worked, but I’m happy. And I didn’t! I do not look at you and think of grannies. The blue tape is not it for us.

Can’t say I believe that. Must be my old lady paranoia. 

No, I remember. Probably some of the nun training too. It does make me pay extra attention so I don’t make a mess, though. Like being at an old lady’s really nice house and being afraid to wear shoes. Not that you’re an old lady.

Okay, I guess you should keep…not looking then. If you’ve held out this long. It’ll be a better surprise that way. But if I finish it while you’re asleep, I’m waking you up. I guess I’m excited for you to have something else to look at. The blue tape reminds of a lot.

Old lady. 

No, you can’t. I’ll always clean up the messes I make here. Maybe I’ll even do a little extra, like sweep, even though there’s nothing on your floors.

Yeah, I stand by that. In a good way though. I think I’m proud of myself so I hope you like it. How are you gonna wait? Close your eyes? Stay away from home? You can peek.

Sound surprised about that. Never really liked a messy flat. It’s just me so there’s never much picking up to do.

A little of it is on the floors, but I can clean that so it’s not enough to get me in trouble. Your wall is looking very unsettling, though.

No trouble. Might be a bit of a glare but I can’t do that now if you’re promising to clean up. Unsettling’s curious. I’ll wait to see the full result. Sure it’ll look great. 

The mood - your mood, specifically. And the setting. Time and place.

Delightful, of course. But I did mean that way and many ways; the fate of our Andy, for one.

In luck, then. Most always in the mood for leather. Pretty open to time and place too.

I like to be creepy sometimes. But I stand by the fact that it was as subtle as I could manage. He didn’t start the date that way. I feel like she said something and made him lose his cool. Maybe they’re both demons? He’s just the one with the horns. She just took her purse to the bathroom though so if my years of people watching tells me anything, he should get another drink.

Sometimes is alright. Especially if it’s for a laugh. Two demons together, that’s just asking for a comedy special. Not exactly the friendly types outside of their own kind. Might be this disaster’s a good thing. Probably right about the lad needing another one.

The leather is preferred - what I fancy on the other hand… depends.

Cheery. That’s nice. Hmm, that only makes me wonder where the dead bodies are; hidden or on the move?

On? 

I didn’t stare…a lot. I nursed my drink and occasionally gazed over the menu on the table.

But no, I don’t think so. He knocked a lot of stuff over and she checked out emotionally a while ago it seems like.

Proper creeping shit. Probably sensed the audience and caused the lad to get clumsy. You’d think the demon side would at least help with coordination. Maybe he’s the chaos type. Probably for the best, then.  

This thought, I don’t like. Leather and the blood of beasties suit you much better.

Oh, it is easy enough, but no. It is a skill for more… social brethren than I. And the lack of intuition is definitely the cause - along with the general call of this town.

Eh? Didn’t realize you fancied the leather so much.