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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.

[While she's wary about getting too close, Ren has no problems standing off to the side to watch her continue drawing. She's never seen another person draw before. A part of her almost wants to join in too, but for now she'll just see. After all, she doesn't know this person.]

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?

What the actual fuck are you doing?

[Guess who's standing pretty fucking far away and watching this? No way he's getting that shit on his jacket.]

[She glances over her shoulder with a grin.]

What does it look like?

[After she's done with her dragon she turns towards the other girl, tilting her head.]

It isn't polite to stare, you know!

Besides making a mess of yourself?

I am drawing, stupid!

[She picks up her blue chalk and holds it up.]

Maybe I should scribble you out.

Nobody could hope to capture me in any artform, honestly.

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

[She turns around and continues her drawing, stepping back to reveal a portrait (http://i.imgur.com/lZJM5.png) when she's done.]

There! Perfect!

So then the expression is accurate!

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

Wow, that is so not my hair.

And fuck you, my hair and suit are both insurmountable in terms of style and class.

[She giggles, stepping towards him and trying to run her gross, chalk covered hands through his hair.]

What was that?

[HELL NO????? He sees what she's doing before she does it and promptly skitters backwards.]

Don't you even fucking THINK about it.

Too late!

[Fine, what about chalk on the suit? Will that work?]

[SLAPPING HER HANDS AWA--and getting chalk on his hands. He is mortified.]

I swear to fucking jegus, if this thing stains, I will personally lynch you.

[She makes a grab for his hands.]

You are such a fucking wimp! And hanging things is my job. No stealing!

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