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Quinn munched absentmindedly on a chocolate bar, sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. He didn't seem to care that people had to go around him to get anywhere, in fact, he seemed oblivious to everything but the chocolate bar.

"Chocolate is really, really tasty," He stared lovingly at the bar in his hand, "So tasty, In fact, that I shall propose to this chocolate. Chocolate, will you marry me?" A pause. The bar elicited no response. However, Quetzalcoatl groaned. "I suppose not. I feel hurt, but at least we can still be friends." He munched on the chocolate again.

Really, Quinn. You're making such a scene in the middle of the sidewalk. Are you trying to get yourself- and my chances of winning- killed? If you're going to propose to chocolate, do it in your room.

"Yah, yah. Whatever." Quinn brushed chocolate crumbs off of his lap, and stared longingly at the empty wrapper. He stood up, and stretched, adjusting his belt. He glanced around for a trashcan, and spotted one nearby, tossing the trash to it. He missed, but a rat scurried up, grabbed it, and ran quickly up the grates on the side of the trashcan to toss it in.

You should have recycled that. Quinn groaned. "I'm sure a wrapper that small won't make the landfills that much bigger." That's what all the millions of people out there with wrappers that small say. "Whatever."

Quinn found some steps nearby, and sat down on them, instead of in the middle of the sidewalk. "I'm so BORED!"

Quinn glanced at the teen who had just sat down next to him. His eyes looked wierd. He shrugged. "It was really good chocolate. And my choice of who I decide to propose to has nothing to do with my ability to be bored. So nya." He felt a strange...thing coming from this boy. He wasn't sure what it was.

"I'm Quinn. And you are much older than me. Why are you talking to me again?" He laughed. "Or are you another one of...er...The god-children?" If he was wrong, he would just say the god-children were a band or something. He had a feeling that the 'strange thing' coming from Wierd-eyes meant that he was a god, but he couldn't be sure.

The boy pulled another chocolate bar from his pocket, and took a big bite out of it. He remembered Wierd-eyes, though, and broke off a piece, holding it out to him. "Want some?"

"Nice ears." He countered. He nibbled on chocolate for a moment, sucking it down to mush. "Nice to meet you Writ!" He grinned, and stuck the rest of his chocolate bar into his pocket. He shoved his hand out and shook Writ's hand, laughing a bit because he used the wrong one at first.

He didn't answer any of your questions, Quinn.

"You didn't answer any of my questions, Quinn," He said at the boy, as if this were obvious and he had realised this all along, "I mean- you know. Why would I say Quinn? Ha-ha." The laugh was forced, and Quinn blushed a bit, looking down. He didn't like looking stupid.

"Do you draw?"

"Oh, okay. I'm fine." He shook his head for a second, and then grinned. "No real reason. I just like art. I usually...Well, My art's less...er, legal?" He ran a hand through his hair, then pulled a spray-paint can out of a sack sitting next to him. "You wanna try?"

Bad Idea. Bad Idea. Why? He looks nice, and I think he's a godkid. Exactly. He looks nice. Lots of people look nice. It could be a trap! You're so paranoid!

"It's fun."

"Nothing!" He squealed happily, and leapt up. "Hm. Let's go to the end of that alley there. We're less likely to be spotted." He didn't think twice about running down the alley, not bothering to check if Writ was actually following him. He stopped suddenly in front of a patch of brick wall.

"This wall. I'm feeling this wall," He held up the can and gave a short tutorial, illustrating his movements as he said them. "First, shake the can. Then, push down this button, and it sprays- Oops!" He accidentally sprayed a burst of purple on the other boy's shirt. "I'm sorry!" He didn't think too long on it though, and turn back to his wall. He dropped the purple on the ground.

"First, I'm going to make a blue circle for my background. He pulled out a blue, shook it, and then sprayed the green around in a full circle. After closing the circle, he filled in the middle with several quick strokes. He nodded happily, then set the purple carefully on the ground. "Some people just throw their cans away after every tag, but that's silly to me. I'm not made of money." He got out a green, and made rings in the blue of green, with purple being the center dot. It looked like a giant green and blue target.

He pulled out a yellow, and made a giant crosshairs over the green and blue target, then picked his purple off of the ground, and drew a very tiny butterfly on the bottom right hand corner of the picture.

"Look! It's green and blue. Like our planet should be. But like, our weapons and stuff ruin it. So the crosshairs. It's deep, sort of. I think," He grinned, and pointed to an empty patch of wall next to his. "Now you try!"

"And a wonderful dog it is!" He clapped his hands. "It's adorable." He paused, and then gasped. "But wait, you have to sign it! You need to come up with a signature. Do it!" He pointed to the wall. His job done, the turned to the opposite side of the alley and began on another picture. He looked up at the rooves of the houses blocking the sun, and sighed. "Not enough light back here. I'll fix that." He pointed a finger next to him, and created a bright, multicolored pinpoint of light. it was like an infinitessimally small star, that shone light in their vicinity of all different colors.

Using its light, he began to paint again. This time, a picture of Writ. He would occasionally glance over at writ to see if he was missing a detail before continuining. He stepped back after signing it, and grinned.

It was a great likeness. That is, it would have been, if Writ had been a stick figure with dog ears twice the size of his head, and had equally disproportionate other body parts.

That's horrible.

"I like it, even though it's a little silly looking," He nudged Writ, "Even if it doesn't look like you at all."

A little silly looking? You're joking, right?

Shut up.

"Hm?" He looked confused for a moment, "Oh! That. I dunno," He seemed genuinely uncertain. "Uh...I just do!" He pointed his finger and another one popped up a few feet away, then the clenched his fist and it squelched out. He shrugged. "When I want it to happen, it does."

There was a loud noise around the corner, and then the sounds of a group of teenagers laughing. Apparently, Quinn recognized one of the voices because the color drained out of his face. "Eep!" He dove down against the wall and tried to press himself against it, as there wasn't any cover in the alley. The kids passed by the alley and paused by the front of it. They couldn't be any older than twelve or thirteen, but Quinn looked afraid of them.

"Huh. That's funny. Coulda sworn I saw some sort of light over here." They seemed to notice Writ, but the shadows still concealed Quinn. "Hey, freak. What's your problem? You just hang out in alleys regularly?"

"Yah, he must be stupid!"

"Shut up, Ralph."

Quinn quivered, and whimpered a bit. The leader seemed to hear it, and glanced over at the wall. "'Ey look, fellas. It's the f**! How's your mom doing? The whore business working for her?" Quinn's face twisted into a half-snarl, half fearful expression. His hand absentmindedly quested for a spraypaint can. He had heard these words alot, recently. f**, whore...He had known right away they were dirty words- the way they said them made it obvious. This particular group was really obnoxious, however.

"Aw, is the f** making more doodles?" He saw the 'coyote', and laughed rudely.

"Wow. You do really suck."

"Shut up, Ralph."

Quinn's face was slowly becoming even angrier, and he shot up his arm to blast blue spray paint in the ringleader's face as he advanced on the godling. The boy yelled and grabbed at his eyes, and Quinn leapt up.

"I'm going to get you, you little..." The whole group advanced to help him. Quinn held up a blue can and a red can of spray paint as his only defense.

He whimpered.

We're screwed.

Quinn blinked, and slowly cocked his head to one side. He blinked a few times. "Aroooo?" He imitated Writ's howl, somehow making it sound like a question. "Coyote, huh?"

Coyote? Hmph. Loser. Quetzalcoatl hissed.

He shot a small puff of spray paint into the air after them, and then started laughing. "They ran like babies!" He grinned happily, "You totally scared them off. Go you!" His laughter was a bit forced, however. Writ's change had scared him a bit, and he hadn't dropped his spray paint cans.

"Those idiots are always picking on me. Jerks," He placed his hands on his hips, still holding onto the cans, "Thanks for helping. I feel so useless."

... Couldn't you have just done some sort of gymnastic thing at him?

I needed to see what this guy could do. And this way, he doesn't know what I can do.

Sneaky!