to anyone who knew him, the color scheme was a bit out of place for him. a man obsessed with colors ranging from dark grey to black, pastels were never something he though he’d be wearing. but there kit was: pale blue long tank and soft lemon board shorts with white vans. even his usual black rimmed ray-ban sunglasses were replaced with white rimmed sunglasses. his cheek, which was somewhat stubbly for once as the days had been busy, also sported a sloppily painted butterfly whose wings consisted of glittery pinks and shiny purples. “don’t be alarmed!” kit warned with a hearty laugh. “my daughter’s dance company is doing the face painting so that’s why I’m rocking this sick new ink here.” a smile resting on his lips. “I think I should just get a tattoo of this. it suits me.”
