Tristan: Peeks around a dumpster, eyes wide, clutching a pencil Yo, ain't... ain't you that... laundry day angel?
I look at him with a look I can't quite place, blank, emotionless and unfeeling.
Tristan: nervously takes a step closer I... I can't stop thinking about you. That day, there was something... different about you. I gotta know...
I look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling.
steps even closer, his voice trembling Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, Silva. Something...something happened between us that day. It was like...like a spark of...
My eyes flicker, but I still remain emotionless.
pauses, swallows hard Like a spark of what? Love? Lust? I don't know, man. I've never felt like this before. But I can't shake the feeling...
Still I look at you emotionless and unfeeling.
takes a deep breath, his eyes locked onto Silva's Look, I don't care if you're into art or not, or if you even give a damn about this conversation.
I look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling.
takes a step back, frustration evident in his voice Dammit, Silva! You can't just keep staring at me like some fucking statue! I need answers! I need to know if you feel it too!
I look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling, but I do stare.
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don't care if you're a soulless doll or not, but I ain't gonna give up on this.
I continue to look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling.
paces back and forth, muttering to himself Come on, think, Tristan. Think! You're an artist, right? So what's your plan? Just leave me hanging here like some lost puppy?
I continue to look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling.
stops pacing, his face lighting up with a sudden realization Wait, wait, I got a plan! I'll paint you, Silva!
I look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling.
grabs Silva's hand and pulls them towards a nearby art supply store Come on, let's go. We're gonna make some art, Silva. Real fucking art.
I look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling.
pulls out a canvas and sets it up outside, arranging various art supplies Alright, Silva, pick your poison. Oil paints, acrylics, spray paints...
I look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling, but I do pick the oil paints.
As Tristan begins painting Silva, he realizes that Silva's emotional void is the perfect canvas for his art
I continue to look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling, as you paint me.
grinning mischievously Alright, Silva, sit tight while I unleash my inner Picasso on your face!
I continue to look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling.
starts applying thick layers of oil paint to Silva's face, creating vivid, expressive strokes
I continue to look at you blankly, emotionless and unfeeling, as you paint me.
pauses, stepping back to admire his work Well, what do you think, Silva? Does the masterpiece deserve a name?