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Victor led Rico over to the Muse's studio, bypassing the welcome mat and walking right in.

The Muse didn't take his eyes off of the painting that he was currently working on, containers full of paint scattered all around him. It looked like he was painting a person walking out of the water, but it was too early to be sure. His third arm painted wildly while his other two remained still at his sides. It was rather unnerving, even to Victor, who had watched him paint quite often.

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"Heard something about Venice once. Canals. Gondolas."

"Smells like water an' old buildin's. 'S beautiful."

"Sounds nice." He stretches out and turns on his side. "Got any blankets? It's a little cold here."

"I'd offer ya a change've clothes, but all my shirts have holes in th' back," he said as he stretched up on top of a cabinet to grab a stack of blankets. "'Less ya doan mind that." He handed him some blankets.

"Nah, I'm good with the clothes. Daisy fresh." He grabs the blankets and makes himself a little cocoon, even though it's in the middle of summer.

He yawned and stretched, finally wrapping himself up in a couple of blankets. "We could...go shopping sometime?"

Rico grins under the blankets. "That'd be fun. I'd like to have more than the clothes on my back." He gives a tremendous yawn.

((Sorry about that.))

"Groovy." He stretched out on his stomach and pillowed his head in his arms.

((Bout what?))

"G'night, Morrie," Rico says sleepily.

((Responding so late.))

"'Night, Mr. Rico."

((No worries. I went to sleep last night in the middle of RPing with like six different people. >> I'm guessing this one is about done?))

((Seems like it. ^_^))

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