After two or so months living in this town, Nico was sure it must be some point of concern that he’d not yet made a significant amount of friends-- or, at least, acquaintances, because he wasn’t a child. In any case, it was probably best he remedy that, and though his initial plan had been to buy people drinks at some of the local bars, he didn’t necessarily want to go through the motions of assuring whomever it was that, no, he didn’t want to have sex (not really).
So here he was at the park, seated in the grass with a sketchbook open on his lap. He had oil pastels with him, the tips of his fingers and sides of his hands stained with hues of all sorts, and seemed to be deep in concentration colouring whatever it was he was colouring.
Until someone walked past him, their shadow obscuring his drawing considerably and forcing him to look up.
“Hey,” he said, and fortunately there wasn’t a hint of irritation in there at all. Nico put the pastel back down into its place, lifted his hand to scratch at his cheek, and ignored the fact there was now a streak of teal lost in the stubble along his jaw. “Yeah. Hi. Sorry if this is weird, but I’ve been drawing backgrounds...” And a good look at his pad would show a luminescent, glowing forest at sunrise-- teal grass and lilac trees and clouds the colour of cotton candy. “...but I’m not sure what I should colour the sky.
“So.” Nico shrugged his shoulders, lifting the pad up and showing what he had so far entirely. “What do you think I should make it?”
Not his best pick up line, he decided, but he was sure the bar for friendship wasn’t quite so high. Probably.


















