[02 | video, Japanese]

[ceiling_cat]

[Yeah, that cut-off little snap! noise might've been a shock, but it's a little hard to tell from the unruffled Japanese drawl as the video comes on to show a section of wall splashed with brightly colored graffiti art. The image pans over a tree dripping red and yellow, leaves swirling into a blue cloud, fish leaping over crosses that cast writhing shadows that bleed into a riotous nebula of green and gold. A few small drifts of snow have collected at the bottom edge of the wall.]

Just so ya know for the next couple days: Caution, wet paint. Anybody wanna name another spot around here that needs spicin' up?

[The video feed pans back to Hanekoma's grinning face, looking a little worse for wear without eyebrows and stubble noticeably patchier than usual.]

Speakin' of things that could use work... hey Alpha, you got a roaster in that coffee shop, and can I borrow it for a batch or two?

Anybody wants to talk me into trading some coffee beans for brewin' or sproutin', just make an offer.


[ooc; open for commentlogs if anyone happens to be walking by Latimir; Hanekoma's mural is on the dilapidated building next door.]

Comments

[carrythesin.livejournal.com]

Mhm...

[She'll stand there and be mesmerized at the wall. She holds her sketchbook close to her chest. This is something she's never seen, least not in France.]

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[noticing the sketchbook, currently invisible eyebrows soaring]

You draw?

[carrythesin.livejournal.com]

[Slowly nods.]

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Been doin' it long?

[carrythesin.livejournal.com]

...

[She's looking down at her sketchbook, then to him again.]

Since I came here...

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Well, good for you, kiddo. Do you like it?

[carrythesin.livejournal.com]

[Have a smile and nod.]