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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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[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He held the door back into the Nexus for him. "You okay, man?"

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, amigo. Just thinking."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Thinkin's a healthy thin' t' do."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico shrugs and settles down on his claimed mattress. "You gonna eat now?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Uh-huh." He had completely forgotten about it. He tossed his jacket into a corner and dropped the bag, glancing at the water droplets that had collected on it like so many blinked tears. He opened the wrapper of a taco and took a small bite. "This is good stuff." The Muse ate with more enthusiasm.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Of course it is. It's America's take on Mexican food. Better than the stuff you'd get in Tijuana." He yawns. "Not better than the stuff in Mexico City, though. Those were some good enchiladas."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He sat down on his bed. "I'll hafta go there sometime, then. Haven't tried much food other 'n Nexus stuff an' right-outta-a-portal, or stuff that a buddy cooked. Tried some Italian when my opera came out."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Italy nice?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"I like it. Good buildings."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

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

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

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

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

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

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"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.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"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.

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

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

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

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.

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

((Sorry about that.))

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

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

((Bout what?))

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

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

((Responding so late.))

"'Night, Mr. Rico."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

((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?))

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

((Seems like it. ^_^))