@copyrightedpiracy
Marvus likes to consider himself someone who has a good memory, and the little artist seems mighty familiar. He’d been wandering the mermaid cove mall whilst enjoying his day off, and somehow managed to lose his bodyguard. Humans are so flimsy in terms of speed, and it was rather easy for the clown to give that poor man the slip just by quickening his pace. Though he could hear some murmurs here and there, either due to others recognising him or perhaps because his attire was still rather scandalous even when it was infinitely more relaxed than the usual, the purpleblood pays them no mind as he advances towards the cerulean’s improvised exhibition.
“Hey lil sis, how you doin’?” Now that he’s giving her a better look, she definitely looks like that artist he’d bought a piece from some time ago. How’d she get here too? Probably only knows as much as he does.









