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Who| The Initiate and Terezi
What| Art
Where| Training Center
When| Before date auction
Warnings/Notes| Language

The Initiate sits up with a start and a gasp of breath. Then groans, rolls off the bed, and checks to see his paint is as it should be. It is, more or less, but he spends just a moment touching it up in the mirror, because he's alive and whole and his horn is back and... he's back. In the capitol again, denied Messiahs once more.

He's back where the Helmsman is. He leaves his block, passing by the fact that his pile has been removed and the room cleaned. He walks right out the tribute building and goes to find the necklace stand he knows should be there. The shop keeper's nervous glare is unrestrained, but the Initiate ignores it, taking what he wants and shoving the credit card at the person. Then... then he's not sure what to do. He needs to think before he does this. He needs to up and motherfucking...

He needs to paint is what he needs to do, he realises. And so, he heads for the Training Center. Without paying near as much attention as he should, he heads for the camaflogue area, with all its paint and the wall, that should be cleaned off by now, stretching behind it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He doesn't look superbly comfortable with the suggestion. "Maybe," He says, short. "I AIN'T APT TO TRUST WHAT ALL WATERS IS BEING ABOUT THE ARENAS..." And it was far from wise to teach a potential enemy anything at all, especially not something that would help them survive. That was just incredibly stupid. He shouldn't. He looks her over, tentative.

"He understands there all to be places in capitol what offer such. FALSE WATERS. Pools what all be chemical drenched... SHE SWAM BEFORE?"

"Yeah. There were rivers and stuff around my hive. And after--when we left." She senses the tension from him, but she can't really blame him. If someone else had randomly asked her to teach them about... tree-climbing, for instance, she'd probably be uneasy about that, too.

"There's a pool around here, somewhere, I think. I haven't tried finding it yet."

He shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't motherfucking do this. He heaves a breath and rubs at his neck-- even despite his hands being covered in color. He feels the cord of his paint vial necklace. And the chain for the necklace he intended to give as a gift. He still had to find the helmsman, to thank him for the gift he'd been given and...

It occurs to him he's not the only one who sent at gift. He lets his breath whistle out between his fangs.

"You sent me paint. BACK THERE. Perhaps he can teach you some motherfucking thing or other. I AIN'T A SEADWELLER AND IT AIN'T FUCKING FANCY OF MINE. Can't all teach her as if that were to be a thing, only what all this motherfucker up and has a know for. THERE'S MAPS AND HE DOUBTS AT IT TO BE HARD TO UP AND FIND. He can do that for she."

She smiles a little, gratefully. It's not a huge deal, but she was honestly expecting him to say no. The trust that he's showing in her is appreciated.

"Thanks. Just let me know when." And because she can't let any conversation veer towards complete sincerity: "I'll make sure to wear my dragon arm-floaties."