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 Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:49 pm
Fish paused and squinted at the labels on the huge buckets of ice cream. He had to walk past this street four times a day - how had he missed this place?
"Strawberry?" he asked hesitantly. Anything with fruit in it was a gamble, because sometimes it was real and sometimes it was okay artificial stuff and sometimes, if you were really unlucky, it was rancid artificial stuff.
"Yeah," he nodded, making up his mind. This place looked legit enough. "Strawberry."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:57 pm
"Alright." The man began to get a scoop of strawberry, on a different cone. Quinn grabbed his, and began nibbling on it immediately.
"It's really good. Thanks, Mitchy!" The man nodded, and sat back on a stool. "I like him! He's really nice to me. I probably wouldn't have ice cream ever if it wasn't for him," Quinn paused, "Well, not NEVER. But, not as much. I couldn't live without ice cream! Or chocolate."
The owner of the ice cream shop had a sad look in his eyes, even when he smiled. Quinn had noticed this several times, and wondered what had caused his sadness, but didn't press. He was certain he'd find out someday, though. He walked in silence, finishing his ice cream in record time. Just as he was opening his mouth to say something, he spotted a can of blue spray paint sitting next to a wall. He ran up and grabbed it, shaking it a little.
"Aha! There's still some in here! You wanna see me draw something?" He grinned at Fish, eager to impress the older boy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:02 pm
Fish licked his ice cream, which was indeed either real fruit or a very good imitation, and frowned at the boy. "I've already seen you draw, remember?"
He came across a sizable chunk of fruit and worked out out with his teeth. He chewed it.
"On my wall, remember? That day in the rain? You can't just go around scribbling on other people's property, can you?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:12 pm
Quinn stared at him, blankly. "No. I can't go around scribbling on other people's property. Who would ever do such a thing?" He said in a completely monotone voice, then he rolled his eyes. "Look, even your roommate is into it. You should at least get it's purpose. Dumbbutt," He laughed, and then squinted his eyes, in thought.
"Here, there's an alley down a ways that most of my art is on. I use it when I'm just doodling. It's kind of a walk, but that's not a bad thing, really." He looked up at the sky. "Except that I'm kind of tired."
"Hey, do you know if Dwayne does his stuff near here?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 7:34 pm
"Okay, sorry, stupid question. Jesus," swore Fish, glaring at the kid. He couldn't let the brat decide he was smarter, right? Keep the newbies in their place. Don't let them get too uppity. Then again, considering how long it had been since he first met Quinn, the brat was probably due for a growth spurt. That was a scary thought.
He considered the question. "Mmm, I'm not sure," he said, although he hated to admit it. He knew where a lot of Dwayne's stuff was closer to their neighborhood, and saw his sketches lying around on scraps of paper around the apartment, but didn't know the extent of his artistic reach. Dwayne was something of a fantastic artist. It made Fish burn with a bit of envy to see him draw, because, unfortunately, every time Fish picked up a pencil, his hands forgot how old he was supposed to be and resumed writing and sketching like a sixth grader.
And that meant chicken-scratch handwriting. This horrified Fish and gave him even less reason to ever pick up a pencil.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 3:08 pm
"That's okay, you aren't as into it, I guess," Quinn said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and kicking at the ground as he walked. "How can you not know where he paints? Silly!" He yawned.
"I feel really tired, for some reason," he muttered, glancing up at Fish, "And I should probably check up on Mom...You don't mind if I go home now, do you? Gosh, why am I so tired? I usually don't need sleep 'till really late. Cause I sleep through the day!"
Heading home is probably wise. A growing boy needs his rest.
What? You're wierd, you know that?
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