"Heard he did too."
"So, are you going to prove or disprove the rumors, Mr. Walsh? I just have to know."

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@levicharbonneau
"Heard he did too."
"So, are you going to prove or disprove the rumors, Mr. Walsh? I just have to know."
That’s his identifier? Not pretty boy in a band…but big cock? i mean huge.
"The things you hear at the gallery. Well, I call it my factory, but it wasn't as grand as Andy Warhol's."
"Is that Sebastian Walsh? I heard he had a really huge cock."
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After a couple days of observing around the house, Levi had come to the conclusion that there was quite a group of individuals roaming around. He hadn't talked to many of them, after all he was more of a listener than someone who would actively participate in conversation. However, sometimes conversation was inevitable. It seemed to be one of those situations where he found himself alone in the lounge area with a certain brunette girl.
Of course, he had been there first. But that doesn't mean he should just leave because someone else enters. He was not a fan of uncomfortable silences, so he decided to break it. "What do you think of the interior?" He asked, as he looked around. It was very classy, and mostly white. Though, there were pops of oranges and purples thanks to a certain curly-headed participant decorating the place in spooky decor.
"R-Really?"
"Umm o-okay, c-can I a-ask you a f-few questions than? J-Just w-where you’re from, w-why you w-wanted to audition and s-so on"
"I'm Levi Charbonneaus, of the Charbonneau hotel owners. I was disowned and cut off for less-favorable sculptures, and my name was tarnished by the media. So I need a little help making my name known as a good one again so I can get into the fashion industry as a designer. An artistic one, though. Like McQueen."
"Well it’s something, that’s for sure." He blurbed, cocking his head to the side. "…Do you think it meows?"
"It...does. Everytime someone walks by." He said, there was a bored tone in his voice as if to indicate that he was annoyed by it. "Try walking by it again."
Christian Hidle. And what’s yours?
"Levi Charbonneau. You might have heard of me, I'm the artist who made the gigantic dinosaur of used condoms."
"Oh man. Couldn’t convince them to let you keep your cat around? How old is your sister? Maybe we can sneak him in here. I’m sure I could figure out how to turn the tables around here."
"My sister's twenty-three and apparently not watching my cat any longer. But yes, let's heist the cat in. I like the way you think."
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"Well didn’t that go from zero to a hundred real quick. To be fair, though, I have been called worse before. Still, I was kidding with you. Keep the clock. As long as it actually works, right?”
"This clock isn't even mine. I don't know who brought it. But actually, I agree with you. It's atrocious as shit."
❝ I don’t know whether that’s like, sad or hilarious. ❞
"A mix of both, actually. Please distract me from this abomination. Who are you?"
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I don’t like the colour of it. It doesn’t match the rest of the interior.
"Someone who speaks art. Finally. What's your name?"