Sep 29, 2024
@cursesmade
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.... "
He can here the double, the real one yell something that he no longer wants to listen. He's disgraced himself enough.
