#17colourtheory

This Eiden is coral pink. He sits on staircase making its' way up to a small factory building, staring at his shoelaces that more or less blend onto the his foot anyway. He ran from home - it wasn't his anyway. The blue one just made space for him there - hardly worth it. He didn't understand how pointless it all was.

When a sudden shadow is cast over he at first thinks that just a given. The time has come. Somebody has come to kidnap and murder him, leaving no paint behind. Eiden doesn't even look up.

" It's fine. "

" You can just shoot me with a soaker. It's not worth the resistance. I'll be gone after all this anyway won't I...? "

" Do you.... "

Tears of paint roll down the cheeks of the pink coral Eiden. He's distraught even thinking about this. He bites his his lip, although its a little hard to tell.

" Do you think I'm... "

He puts his face into his hands now.

The coral pink has reached a rebellious age - or perhaps a puberty. Temper tantrums, tears, slamming doors... This argument is the last (paint) drop, he dashes ahead in his intentions to run away.

Only it ends up being just a few steps before the legs of the colour mix up splatting him on the street right by someone's feet. He rises his eyes but not to street level to greet a foot.

" Hello there, you don't need to mind me. I'm here to stay. At my level.... "

" Yoo Clive! What, did you come to get snacks? Dirty mags? Heard it's all greyscale these days!! "

It was strange sure but just because all the produce had turned all colourless didn't mean hunger would brain as well. Plus... it might have been interesting to see if his blue would spread into it all. Might be interesting at least!

" Edgar!!!! "

Eiden's locking the shop door for the SP*T - behind it gathered many people that seem to have caught something on red shade and now Eiden's colour as well. Result seems to be way too enthused people trying to break into store for reasons Eiden's unaware about.