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[victormakesart]

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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[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

He has to think about this sort of thinking for a bit. "Well. Thanks."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Any friend've Miss Victor is a friend've mine."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"How'd you meet Victor, anyway? She's a nice girl."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"I've Inspired her for years. I'm her first Muse. An' only."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Nice girl," he repeats, closing his eyes again. "Not many people out ther with such a kind heart."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"She is." He laughed. "She's weirdweirdweird. It's lovely."

He stepped over to a pile of folded clothes. "I wanna change my shirt. Jus'...warnin' you." He picked out a blue shirt. "I doan wanna wear green anymore today," he said, as if that explained everything.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico gives him an odd look. "Warn me about what? I've seen guys shirtless before."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Some folks're strange about it, is all." He took off his shirt, turning away quickly because of the stiches and scars that striped his back. He didn't like the way people reacted to the marks, and he forgot that he had them for a while. He slipped the other shirt on, moving his third arm around to push it through the hole in the back.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico's more interested in watching the third arm work. After openly gawking for a second, he thinks that maybe that's not the politest thing to do and studies the lovely wallpaper pattern instead.

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

And the Muse was happy for that. He could use a day without awkward questions. He didn't mind people staring at the arm though. He waved it around. "I love this thing. So helpful."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

The motion catches his eye and he looks back, interested. "Doesn't it get in the way? I'd think that going clothes shopping would be a nightmare."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"I hafta wear a big jacket if'n I leave th' Nexus 'cause of Funny Looks. I need it 'cause I can't drop th' bottle an' the cig. They grow back. Need t' feed myself an' paint, y' know?"

((I've gotta jet at 9:30.))

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Food's important," Rico says absently.

((All right. Nice RPing with you.))

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You sure you doan needta eat? I could take you out s'mewhere nice."

((Yep. It was lotsa fun.))

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

He looks thoughtful. "I'm pretty sure. At least, I haven't tried for a while." His stomach growls and he grins sheepishly. "But I still get hungry, looks like. Where'd you have in mind?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He shrugged. "Where d' you wanna go?"

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"I don't really care. Anywhere with food. Taco Bell?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He put a jacket on to cover up his prosthetic. "Alrighty. Taco Bell it is. Don't tell Miss Victor tha' I'm leavin' the AVF, though. She's sorta protective."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a snitch," he says, getting up and stretching again. "What's the AVF?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Anti-Violence Field. Someone took a liking t' the idea of me dyin' a while back. Foun' out I'm still immortal th' hard way."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Fun," he remarks drily. "How are we getting to Taco Bell? We gonna walk?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He nodded, making a face. "I don't know any other way." He gestured to a door nearby. "This is th' YMCA. I get in t' use their shower after-hours so no one c'n walk in. I think there's a Taco Bell aroun' tha' area."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico heads to the door. "You know I don't have any money, right?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"I don't have much American money. But I have enough for both of us." He opened the door for him. "After you." It opened up directly to the showers.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico looks around as he walks through the shower room. He can practically feel the athlete's foot gnawing at his shoes.