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“‘Gay Witch Agenda’?” A dark brow flexes upward and purple eyes shine in curiosity at that, accompanied by a soft chuckle. She had been right to interrupt this artist. They were…intriguing. Cute, even.
Val stepped a little closer to listen, leaning against the wall, but not the garbage can. Her jeans are immaculate and so is her leather jacket. She’d like to keep them both that way if possible.
“I would think it would be better to be swamped than the old ‘starving artist’ cliché,” the vampire smiled, amused if only slightly at her own joke, “Someone has to pay for the cat food, no?”
( Oscar moves from the trashcan to the top of the wall to get a better look at the other person as best they can, squinting. They’ve quite a long way to look up still, despite being sat down. Her bone structure is what kills them first, but violet eyes??? Violet? Isn’t that like, an anime trope? They don’t mention it, though – preferring to swoon internally instead. )
Yeah. Y’know, toads and crystals and Stevie Nicks and junk.
( Oscar’s a walking stereotype. They have about fifty billion crystal necklaces and rings on them as it is; lavender, seafoam green, coral, milky white; the only black things they aren’t wearing apart from sparkly pointed lilac acrylics – platform Docs, bell sleeved black lace dress.
– They’re smiling too; smug and wry and cavalier. ) What do you mean? My cats need to start pulling their weight. It’s been forty years and none of them have paid rent. ( They quip, loosening long, wavy snowy hair from under their black floppy hat. )
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