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Quinn's eyes widened, but his cans continued to spray as he stared at the boy. "Drawing." He turned his head back to the wall, and seemed to ignore the boy for a moment, until he had finished. "There! Oh, wait. Almost forgot." He bent down and picked up a different can, spraying a small butterfly in the bottom corner of his picture. He stepped back, and grinned.

"Best one yet!" He clapped his hands happily, and surveyed his piece. It was a snake curled in on itself, the Ouroboros, but with an added twist of feathers down its body. Quinn gathered all his bottles up and held them in his arms. "Hm, I need to find a trashcan for these." Finally, he seemed to remember the boy existed. He turned back to the window.

"Hiya! I'm Quinn." He turned his head sideways, slowly. "You have scales! I have feathers! We're both wierd!" He cheered happily. "We should be friends, you know. I'm on your wall, you're...in your window. It's fate." He nodded, as if this were some sort of divine knowledge. Which, it could be.

Somewhere, a feathered serpent god facepalmed.

"Sure!" He said immediately. "This rain is a little wet. Though, I suppose that's sort of the definition of rain, ha-ha." He looked around. His only way to get into the building by regular means would be to either climb up or down, and he didn't feel like doing either.

"Hey, stand back, would you?" Quinn waited for the boy to get out of the way, and then took a step back, before leaping forward. He positioned his body at a slight curve, slipping through the window and landing into a nice roll on the other side, ending standing up.

Unfortunately, the people of Australia would never recover.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He stepped off of the risk board and cringed. You shouldn't show off so much, Quinn. "Sorry, Sorry! Oh, now my hair's dripping on the floor! Ah!" He took a few frightened steps back and hit the wall, slumping down to the floor. Calm yourself, Quinn. Breathe deeply. What, now you're my yoga instructor?

Quinn laughed nervously, and waved at them all. "Hiya. I'm Quinn."

Quinn picked up the bag. He looked at the pieces, and glanced at the board. "I think my dad used to play, but I don't really remember." Quinn thought for a second, then pulled out some purple pieces. "Yay, purple!" He began sticking him onto Asia. "I want this one." He placed some pieces on it, then looked satisfied with himself. Mr. Q was not satisfied.

No, no, no. Switch that piece there, and that piece- Wait, why are we even here in the first place? Do you ever REALIZE who the people around you are? No, should I? Yes. Yes you should. They could rape you. And one of them looks like a prophet. It could be a sneak attack. Calm down. Breathe deeply. And what's 'Rape'? Now you shut up, young man.

"Nevermind, I want to switch these around." He switched some pieces around to different parts of asia and grinned. "There we go." He glanced at Fish and Dwayne, then decided to help fish find the dice. "Did I knock them somewhere? I'm sorry!" He went to the other side of the couch and looked under it to try and be helpful. He spotted some dice, though they weren't under the couch. He had kicked them to the wall near where he backed up to. Grabbing them, he poked at Fish with a finger.

"I got them!"

"Okay!" Quinn rolled the dice. He had no idea what to do with them.

Add troops. There should be a char on the board that tells you how many you get for how many countries, and your roll, and whatnot.

"Aha! Found it!" He pointed at a little chart, and counted up his countries and his roll. He reinforced his troops, but it wasn't nearly as many as he had hoped it would be. He pushed some of his troops in southern asia toward's Australia, confronting Dwayne.

"Fight fight fi-" His stomach rumbled. "-ght. Would you guys happen to have any food?" Quinn seemed unburdened by pride when it came to food. If it was there, he'd eat it, and he didn't mind being a mooch. Even if sometimes other people did mind.

"And also, I really have no idea how to fight. What do we do?"

Quinn shook the die hard in his hand, and tossed it down onto the board. "Come on, come on!" He closed his eyes, afraid to look, before peeking out to look at the result.

"I'm sorry!" He looked at Dwayne. "You can have one of mine, if you want." Quinn wasn't particularly worried about losing, and he didn't want anyone to be angry with him.

He pondered for a moment. "Uhm, I guess I'll move some of these guys into Europe. Those are yours, right- uhh-" he struggled to remember the boy's name, "Fish? Let's roll!" He shook the die in his hand, and then tossed it onto the ground.

"Ha-ha! I'm amazing!" He grinned, and began eyeing his next move. He decided to even it out, and attempt to go at Sunshine next, but he got distracted by Dwayne's question.

"Spray paint," he responded, trying not to emphasize the underlying 'duh'," It isn't brand named- just the cheap stuff from stores around town. I don't have enough money for anything else." Which was true. He didn't have much money for anything anymore. He needed to find a more reliable way of getting money. His mother had been working less and less, and been more and more depressed. He sighed a bit, thinking about it.

"Why? Are you into art?" He was always interested in meeting other artists. "Graffing's fun. It's sort of illegal, but that doesn't stop anyone," He smirked. "Besides, I'm not worried about being arrested. Like they could catch me!" He laughed a bit. "You wanna come see my stuff? The rain looks like it's lessening." He absentmindedly pointed one of his pieces toward sunshine's eastern Africa and rolled one of the die, even though he wasn't paying as much attention at that point.