An Avery starter for... || @discrm
The spring season was turning on its hinges, readily casting off chilly gusts and muted colors to welcome the first summer day in an outburst of golden sunbeams, verdant roadside bushes and muffled complaints about the heat. All in all, though, it was business as usual for Avery, and though the sun had been proving a persistent presence, warming his back slightly, he was still stuck in a park without much chance to bask in this afternoon. To nosy tourists, he belonged to the city’s numerous live attractions: a despondent survival artist, putting his artistic prowess to use in order to earn some pocket money. Of course, this was a bullshit assumption.
He tilted his head curiously, though, when somebody came closer, towards his easel and example portrait-lined mini exhibition.
“Oi, you there!” Avery exclaimed, an affable smile on display, a cigarette poised in between thumb and index finger like a brush. “Got time ta kill an’ an interest in artsy drawings?” It was probably going to be a no, Avery mused, but if people’s indifference deterred him, he would have long since starved. “Doesn’t take longer than, say, twenty minutes, ya tell me what ya want, an’ afterwards ya pay me what ya think it’s worth it.” He gave them a minute to think about it, then continued. “How about it?”
