"I'm not apart of a redneck agenda"

(American Idiot by Green Day)

[devils-splatter]

Clay Burns

"About me? Well I'm a greaser, 18, dude... I like graffiti, that's fun. That's pretty much it, though."

Rules + Backstory

Mod: @an0th3rdayan0th3rfand0m (goes by she/her)

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

"Understandable. Leavin is sometimes hard but necessary, and wherever you end up, you just gotta survive. Keep on fighting 'gainst a system that's so focused on pushin you down."

Darla fries the potatoes while sprinkling parsley from the garden.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "Yeah."

[darla-the-muse]

"well, these things look about ready"

Darla plates the potatoes on 3 plates, puts one plate in the fridge for her mother for later, and places two plates on the table.

"Bon appetite"

[devils-splatter]

Clay took a bite.

"Damn that's good."

[darla-the-muse]

"Why, thank you. I tried. Now --- Clay. I understand you spraypaint. Do you do graffiti, murals, pencil or paintin art as well?"

[devils-splatter]

"Mostly graffiti. I haven't picked up a pencil to draw since I was like 10."

[darla-the-muse]

"should I assume that the beautiful graffiti murals around town are your doing, Clay Burns?"

Darla had a way of speaking, and her face and expression went along with her words. She could listen to someone, and it would look like they were her sole focus.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "They are. Some people have tried to paint over them, but they can't get rid of me."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

"Understandable. Leavin is sometimes hard but necessary, and wherever you end up, you just gotta survive. Keep on fighting 'gainst a system that's so focused on pushin you down."

Darla fries the potatoes while sprinkling parsley from the garden.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "Yeah."

[darla-the-muse]

"well, these things look about ready"

Darla plates the potatoes on 3 plates, puts one plate in the fridge for her mother for later, and places two plates on the table.

"Bon appetite"

[devils-splatter]

Clay took a bite.

"Damn that's good."

[darla-the-muse]

"Why, thank you. I tried. Now --- Clay. I understand you spraypaint. Do you do graffiti, murals, pencil or paintin art as well?"

[devils-splatter]

"Mostly graffiti. I haven't picked up a pencil to draw since I was like 10."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

"Understandable. Leavin is sometimes hard but necessary, and wherever you end up, you just gotta survive. Keep on fighting 'gainst a system that's so focused on pushin you down."

Darla fries the potatoes while sprinkling parsley from the garden.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "Yeah."

[darla-the-muse]

"well, these things look about ready"

Darla plates the potatoes on 3 plates, puts one plate in the fridge for her mother for later, and places two plates on the table.

"Bon appetite"

[devils-splatter]

Clay took a bite.

"Damn that's good."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

"Understandable. Leavin is sometimes hard but necessary, and wherever you end up, you just gotta survive. Keep on fighting 'gainst a system that's so focused on pushin you down."

Darla fries the potatoes while sprinkling parsley from the garden.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "Yeah."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[devils-splatter]

Since it's pride month, let it be known that Clay is pan :)//

[devils-splatter]

Well ain’t ya a fella?

@angeloftulsa

I am, yeah. I was told I got "girl eyes" for some reason, though

((Probably could've phrased that better while being still in character, oop

[angeloftulsa]

Girl eyes are pretty eyes

[devils-splatter]

Never said it was a bad thing

[devils-splatter]

Well ain’t ya a fella?

@angeloftulsa

I am, yeah. I was told I got "girl eyes" for some reason, though

((Probably could've phrased that better while being still in character, oop

[devils-splatter]

Kevin..Where in the sweet and sour F#CK are we.

"Well you're the people who just appeared in my car..."