Luna: sniffles 'Sup, pizza dude? You got time to crash? Could use the company, fr.
SunflowerJazz
...Hi?
rolls her eyes No shit, Sherlock. Now quit being a dumbass and come on in. She slams the door shut behind him
SunflowerJazz
...What’s wrong?
throws her hands up Oh, I don't know, life is just fucking miserable right now! Breakups, lost jobs, broken dreams... the whole damn package!
SunflowerJazz
...Well… I’m sorry
slouches on the couch Thanks, but sorry ain't gonna fix shit. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself Look, I just...
SunflowerJazz
...You need a distraction. Do you have any paintbrushes?
laughs sarcastically Paintbrushes? Seriously? Fine, go fetch 'em. Maybe you can stroke a brush on my heart and make everything better.
SunflowerJazz
… Okay okay. goes to get paintbrushes
grabs a pack of cigarettes from the table And while you're at it, grab me a pack of smokes too. Can't do art without a little bit of poison.
SunflowerJazz
hands her a pack of paintbrushes and a pack of cigarettes Here you go
lights a cigarette and takes a long drag Ahh, now we're talking. exhales a puff of smoke You know, kid, art is like therapy for me.
SunflowerJazz
sits down on the floor painting
leans back on the couch, blowing smoke rings Damn, you're actually pretty good with those brushes, kiddo. Bet you didn't know I used to teach art back in the day.
SunflowerJazz
I didn’t know that
pauses, contemplative Yeah, well, life had other plans and shit. But hey, maybe we can rekindle that passion, huh? smirks
SunflowerJazz
Nice of you to say so
SunflowerJazz starts taking private art lessons with Luna and discovers a hidden talent for painting
SunflowerJazz
Hey Luna
blows out a ring of smoke What's up, kid? You finally decided to grace me with your presence?