In the small confinements that two young men call home, a subtle scraping sound filled the room. It wasn't a harsh noise. Rather, it gave the area an aura of craftsmanship. This matched the scenery well. Scattered across the room was plenty of paint splattered objects, rugs, plastic covering, canvases, brushes, rags, sponges, and even the cans that the paint came from. In any normal house this would count as a mess, especially if someone took into account all the food and clothes lying around. However to the people who lived here, it was the norm. And like normal, the head of the 'household' was among the mess, creating more filth as he worked. The blonde artist, who went by his name of June, was scraping away at his most recent painting using an x-acto knife. It was a crude way of adding to a painting, but the savage looking chips at the created scene added a feeling to the work of art that was very much reflective of its creator. June always had a haphazard way of painting, and yet he never got many critiques. Of course except for one person in particular. A young red head who had also lived in the apartment had been giving his delightful opinion on the blonde's work all morning. Luckily, the young artist had a heart of gold and the patience of a...
"You know what... No. Get the hell out."
Any harsh comment that Maverick had been spouting was recently cut short by June's sudden outburst.
"What's wrong? Can't handle a little constructive criticism?" The loaf spoke from a top his bed. His roommate didn't even bother responding. Of course, that didn't sit well with Mac. This morning the youthful socialite had been trying to recover from a strong headache that was self-inflicted the night before through plenty of drinking. It was for this reason alone that Mac had even decided to stay in the apartment all morning. It was incredible, since it was his least favorite thing to do. And yet, here he was, annoying his roommate as it was the only way to entertain himself. Maverick was normally lucky that June had the amazing ability to completely tune out the people talking to him. Which is why, Mac found it incredibly strange that he had incited some kind of reaction from the blonde.
"Just go back to scratching away," Mac began talking once again as he got himself up from the bed,
"Just scrape the whole thing while your at it, it's not like it's going to sell anyway." After the red head's little comment, he walked over to his friend and placed his arm around June's shoulders.
It was a mistake. After hearing Mac's comment and hearing a slight tapping at the door, the blonde decided that he was fed up with his roommates actions. Using his arm between them, he knocked away the red head's arm from his shoulders and then placed his food unto his stomach. With a zero delay, June kicked Maverick onto his back. When his roommate hit the floor there was a loud thud and a plethora of loud bangs and clangs as scattered objects were knocked around. And, atop all the noise, June spoke in his apathetic tone, loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear,
"I'll kill you." Not an uncommon phrase between the two, but still an oddity for any passerby. June soon remembered the tapping at the door and made his way to the front of the apartment, stepping over any obstacle in his way. And when he reached his destination, and after sighing about the rooms condition, he opened the door with a monotone,
"Hello." His eyes scanned the visitor, recognizing the familiar face. He gave the boy a bit of a stare before deciding to greet him properly.
"Need something Junior?" He spoke roughly as he pointed at the boy with the x-acto knife he had forgot to put down. He wasn't trying to be rude, even though he was sure someone had told him pointing at people with objects was just that.
