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Characters: Terezi and you!
Setting: Dormitory hallways
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Clearly the giant, plain white walls of the tower make the best canvas.
Warnings: Nope

[Terezi has made a horrible mess of the hallway. There's multicolored pieces of chalk strewn all over the floor, and smears of chalk covering her hands and clothes and... mouth? But Terezi is intent on the wall, which she's drawn a giant, lopsided dragon on in bright red chalk. She's standing on her tiptoes to add the top of its wing.

Underneath the dragon are smaller pictures: An orange, winged boy that is clearly Davesprite, a similar looking boy in red, most of the trolls in the tower in their corresponding blood colors, and a strange, monstrous thing surrounded by nooses.]

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[ Castiel stands at a distance to watch the young troll create her masterpiece. It was... intriguing, at best; a blind girl managing to recreate figures with colours even. ]

[Terezi doesn't turn around right away. She finishes her dragon, wipes the chalk off onto her pants, and then faces him with a grin.]

Are you admiring my masterpiece?

[ Tilts his head a little, still looking at the artwork. ]

It is not unpleasant to look at.

That is an understatement!

[She pauses, picks up a piece of blue chalk, and begins to draw a pretty obvious picture of Castiel. With a grumpy face.]

...I don't look like that.

[ He picks up a piece of white chalk and starts sketching out something akin to a tall skyscraper with wing details. ]

[Terezi considers this, then adds a grumpy face and long trenchcoat with her blue chalk.]

[ Frowning very hard. ]

That is merely my vessel. My true form is different.

[She grins.]

So your vessel is what acts so boring and serious all of the time?

No. My vessel is the form I possess when I need to interact with humans.

So then the expression is accurate!

[ He won't say no to that. So he steps back to look at the whole wall again. ]

[She continues, this time adding a bipedal, crab-like creature.]

[ It's been a while since he's done anything creative, so he picks up another piece of chalk, dark green this time, and starts drawing a person. ]

[After she finishes hers, she turns to him.]

Who is that?

Dean Winchester.

[ He draws another dark green human shape beside his Dean-shape, and then moves on to draw a car in black chalk. ]

And that?

Sam Winchester. [ He points at the black car. ] This is the Impala.

[Squint...]

The what?

The Impala. It's Dean's car.

Oh.

[...Adding a grumpy face on Dean.]

[ Doesn't say anything about it, moving to a blank part of the wall. His hands are covered with chalk dust by the time he's finished his mural of how he raised Dean from Hell, the figures more defined than Terezi's scribbles. ]

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