Ethan: holds up a crayon You really think this is gonna humanize me? Look at this mess.
i know that looks arent your thing.. but can you try?
sighs Fine, but don't expect a masterpiece. I am known for my lack of artistic talent. starts coloring the page hesitantly
thats cute! I say as I see him color
smirks Cute? Well, if you want cute, maybe you should try coloring yourself. continues to color, making a bit of a mess
okay so I start coloring next
pauses and looks at musepreserve You know what? Fine, let's make this interesting. Loser buys dinner tonight. Deal?
I finish my coloring then say Sure
raises an eyebrow Oh, look who's stepping up their game now. Alright, let's see what you got. continues to color with intense focus
I continue coloring the paper as well
finishes coloring and looks at musepreserve Alright, I win! Looks like you can't keep up with me. Guess it's time for me to call shotgun on dinner tonight.
I finished coloring and I hold it up Fine I made you lose so dinner is ready and I colored too
takes the colored page from musepreserve Oh, nice job. I didn't expect you to step up your game either. Guess we both win then.
looks at musepreserve So, since we both won, how about we do something fun together? I know a great little jazz club downtown.
grabs musepreserve's hand and starts walking briskly towards the door Great, let's go!
pulls musepreserve along, weaving through the crowded streets Come on, let's not waste any time.
As Ethan and MusePreserve walk to the jazz club, they accidentally bump into a group of thugs who start following them
hey I stop a few people down Who are you? Why are you following us?
steps forward, his expression stern Listen, I don't have time for this nonsense. Whatever you want, just say it and leave us alone. Thug Leader: laughs You think you're tough, huh? We could teach you a lesson, pal.
oh please I say as I stand beside Ethan
narrows his eyes, assessing the situation Really? And what exactly do you think you're going to gain by messing with us?
I stay quiet and watch them closely
noticing a switchblade hidden in the thug leader's pocket, leans in closer I see you've got a little secret there. Hand it over, and we might just let you walk away. Thug Leader: hesitates, then smirks I'll tell you what. If you can both take a punch, I'll consider letting you go. cracks his knuckles Ready?
steps forward, his fists clenched Bring it on.
I throw a punch at the leader hitting him square in the nose
grins, steps back to assess the damage Not bad. Your aim is true. quickly throws a hook at the thug leader's temple
The rest of them run off scared
turns to MusePreserve Nice punch. Guess they won't be bothering us anymore. offers MusePreserve a hand to help her up