#pteroiscantus

Sho rarely paid the zeroes walking past his sculpture any mind. Most of them couldn’t see his art to begin with, and it’s not like he wanted to subtract his precious time talking to them anyways. But what was with this girl? Could she see his heap? And him for that matter, he was in the UG right?

One of few things that 777 and Shiza had in common was that they both hated doing paperwork and would rather be doing other things– like destroying some shit or something.

Which was exactly what they were doing.

Well, at least 777 was.

Shiza was watching from atop a pile of miscellaneous rubbish, watching 777 with a mild amusement. He seemed to enjoy swinging that baseball bat around, right into a TV, shattering the glass and sending it flying. He gave the TV a kick before bashing the side in with the bat.

777 rested the bat on his shoulder as he gave the TV one final kick, sending it rolling down a a hill, to the bottom where other junk 777 had destroyed layed scattered around.

“Ya sure ya don’t wanna smash somethin’ in, Shiza? It’s pretty fun and great stress relief~”