I should be chief!

"Happy birthday, Jackie." He stood on his tiptoes and pecked the other on the cheek. "14 now.."

[ The redhead smiled, bending a little to make it easier for Roger to reach him. ]

Thank you, Roger. I nearly forgot about it…

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“I think it looks dashing.” A smile and a wink, sly and playful, and Roger reached a hand to Jack’s hair. “Oh I would.”

[ Jack shook his hair wildly, hitting Roger with his curls. ]

I wouldn’t let you, knowing that!

[ He reached up to grasp Roger’s hand in his own. ]

Until you somehow get taller than me, I’ll muss up yours.

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The Russian chuckled, swigging the liquid as though it was merely water. He had a strong alcohol tolerance, though if he was given wine he would get rather tipsy.

In all honesty he didn’t really like wine anyway.

“I’m a talented man I can drink and paint with both hands!”

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Let’s see about that.

[ Without any warning--or grace--Jack flopped onto the grass, crossing his arms behind his head. As if on cue, his sunglasses fell right onto the bridge of his nose; he’d practiced that one for longer than he’d admit. ]

Don’t mix the two accidentally, or else we’d blow our cover.

[ Without getting up, he began to have a mock conversation with himself. ]

“What seems to be the matter, Son?”

“Oh nothing, Ma’am--my friend here accidentally drank paint instead of alcohol.”

"Happy birthday, Jackie." He stood on his tiptoes and pecked the other on the cheek. "14 now.."

[ The redhead smiled, bending a little to make it easier for Roger to reach him. ]

Thank you, Roger. I nearly forgot about it…

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He felt a soft tingle running through the surface of the skin, smiling. “Yes, I wanna mess it up, like how it looks when you sleep with your hair wet!”

Oh, but Roger--it looks awful like that!

[ Jack whined, putting his chin on Roger’s shoulder, looking very much like a littlun. ]

You wouldn’t really do that to me, would you?

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He raised a brow, taking the bottle. “This is from the corner shop, the label is in literally every language but Russian… Oh wait! I tell a lie it’s here!” He narrowed his eyes, reading the fine letters. “Hmm, not bad I suppose.”

Oh, just drink it.

[ The redhead tipped the bottle up towards Roger’s lips mockingly. ]

Don’t drop it, though--wouldn’t want the little Monet to scrape himself up before he paints anything, now would we?

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“What? You got vodka in this bag too? If you do I’ve gotta check it’s up to standard you know?” He smirked heading for a few colours that would resemble a skin tone when laid across one another.

You really think I’d bring you the cheap shit? What do you take me for, Roger?

[ The redhead reached for his bag again with a furtive look over his shoulder. With a quick motion, he handed the bottle over to the other boy. ]

I hope you’ll be alright enough to paint.

"Happy birthday, Jackie." He stood on his tiptoes and pecked the other on the cheek. "14 now.."

[ The redhead smiled, bending a little to make it easier for Roger to reach him. ]

Thank you, Roger. I nearly forgot about it…

Massive eyes widening further, Roger made a noise akin to a snort. “I think it’s perfectly fair! Don’t you think I at least deserve to mess your hair up once?”

[ He wrapped his arms around Roger’s shoulders, kissing his neck. ]

I can bend down, you know, if you wanted to muss it up.

[ Jack batted his eyelashes sweetly. ]

I s’pose it would be alright...

"Happy birthday, Jackie." He stood on his tiptoes and pecked the other on the cheek. "14 now.."

[ The redhead smiled, bending a little to make it easier for Roger to reach him. ]

Thank you, Roger. I nearly forgot about it…

“Maybe I will be taller than you. Mama and Papa are both tall, but my Gran was really short, and my dad’s parents too.” He wasn’t sure quite how genetics worked, but he didn’t really care.

Not in a million years, Roger!

[ Jack grinned, pressing his forehead against the boy’s. ]

It wouldn’t be fair to me, having been taller all this time--and then you get to put your arm on my head, or worse--having to pick me up to reach things!

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“Damn right.” He turned, dragging the bag closer to the wall, reaching into the confines of his pocket for gum to chew. “So… I was thinking, like a more banshee kind of mermaid.”

A siren?

[ Jack flicked ashes from his shortened cigarette as he watched Roger rifle through his bag. ]

Hey, hey, be careful in there. It’s not just paint I’ve got, so go easy--we don’t want our little artist breaking some glass, right?

[ He playfully ruffled dark hair, though carefully enough not to ruin the other boy’s style. ]

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“I’m a man of many talents.” He flicked the end of his cigarette away, the ash wisps floating in the summer air. “I think I can do it… Unless you have another idea?” The shade struggle was real.

The Russian bent to pick up the bag resting at his feet, the stick between his fingers getting dangerously hot near his fingers.

[ The redhead held his hands up. ]

I’m not the artist here--that’d be you, kid. Your art, you make the rules. I’m just here to look good.

[ He smirked, sliding a hand over the side of his head over slicked-back curls. It wasn’t really to smooth any flyaways, but for the aesthetic. ]

Take it away; I’ll cover you.

"Happy birthday, Jackie." He stood on his tiptoes and pecked the other on the cheek. "14 now.."

[ The redhead smiled, bending a little to make it easier for Roger to reach him. ]

Thank you, Roger. I nearly forgot about it…

“Yeah, Mama always said that vanilla was the best thing, it was simple but it was refreshing. I agree, but I just really like strawberry ice cream.” He smiled, taking another sip of the water, clearing his throat. “Though she always had chocolate chips with hers.”

When we go back home, we ought to get some.

[ He smiled, ruffling Roger’s dark hair. ]

Maybe you’ll be as tall as me, and you won’t try to get ice cream on my nose!

[ While he would normally wrinkle his nose at the thought, Jack could really go for something cold on his skin in this heat. ]

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“Hmm, I was thinking, maybe a mermaid, some of those pretty fish. A bit different but, hey, anything will do on this fucking wall.” Roger smirked, bringing his cigarette back to his lips. “Besides, the police won’t even think it’s us.”

A mermaid? Really?

[ It wouldn’t have been Jack’s first pick--nor second or third--but Roger had a point. It wasn’t their signature piece (and nowhere near what they were known for), so at least no one should be onto them. ]

What about your style? How’re you going to change that?

[ He rolled the cigarette away from his wounded lip with his teeth, eyeing his backpack. What colors were mermaids, anyway? ]

"Happy birthday, Jackie." He stood on his tiptoes and pecked the other on the cheek. "14 now.."

[ The redhead smiled, bending a little to make it easier for Roger to reach him. ]

Thank you, Roger. I nearly forgot about it…

“I always liked strawberry ice cream… I think that was my favourite.” He had one hell of a sweet tooth, the choir would often marvel at how much sugar was put in his tea, though really, with his petite frame he needed it. “What about you?”

Mm, let’s see...

[ Jack had always been rather picky about eating, especially when it came to sweets. His mother would give him a few of her raspberry chocolates before the war, though he never really liked them. They seemed more fitting for the elderly, not children. ]

Vanilla, I think. Without anything on it--don’t want to ruin the flavor. And it’s prettier that way, unblemished.

Unlike you.

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Dad.

“Well some little bitch decided he was gonna try and rub me up the wrong way. And you know I just had to fight him.” He looked to the ginger, letting a long sigh out, glad that Jack had decided to join him on his little mission.

“Did you get the spray paint?”

[ Jack dropped his bag from his shoulder and gave it a slight kick. ]

What, you think I’d come empty-handed? You bring the packs, I bring the paint.

[ He lowered his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, raising an eyebrow. ]

So what’ll it be today?