He watches her mark the line on the floor. The line in the motherfucking sands where all it was always them versus the empire. Theirs versus the rebellion. He's painted before others a hundred times by now. He's painted beside Terezi plenty. The Disciple not so much but this ain't so impossible a task.
No words. Funny.
"AIGHT," He says simply and he settles down on the right. He doesn't think about it. He dips his fingers into color and he spreads it on over the floor before him.
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He watches her mark the line on the floor. The line in the motherfucking sands where all it was always them versus the empire. Theirs versus the rebellion. He's painted before others a hundred times by now. He's painted beside Terezi plenty. The Disciple not so much but this ain't so impossible a task.
No words. Funny.
"AIGHT," He says simply and he settles down on the right. He doesn't think about it. He dips his fingers into color and he spreads it on over the floor before him.