Private Finished Troubled Demons, Doing Troubled Things

Delores the crowbar was leaned up against the wall as her master went about her work. Said master's work was spray painting the wall in front of him, it was an abandoned building that no one really cared about, in an area currently devoid of potential witnesses, so he was decorating it with his usual demonic symbols and imagery with yellow paint.

His hands and tail worked in synch, a can in each hand and one in his tail, he was actually a pretty skilled artist so his graffiti was much more impressive than what one usually saw. He'd hum quietly, his golden eyes looking over his work as it formed, this was how he vented, this is where his frustrations went.

The young half demon was so absorbed in his work, so much passion being put into this, all his hatred and anger being put into this one piece of vandalism that he almost didn't notice he had a visitor, and when he did notice they were already pretty close.

Turning he looked to the visitor, he didn't say anything for a moment, just blinked in surprise, "oh.....hey Rei," it was a friend at least. "Sooooo.........yeah....whatcha doing?" he asked awkwardly, as if he wasn't on the middle of vandalizing a building. @Keen

The half demon blinked a few times, "uh...well," he'd cough nervously, and set his paint cans down so he could return the wave. "Just....you know...art," he'd glance around, his tail tossing the paint cans into the duffle bag at his feet before sliding Delores in with with them.

He looked at Rei a moment, "oh gods....," he sighed, "I'm sorry...I don't like lying to my friends." The young man's tail scratched the back of his head, "I mean....it is art..just not...legal art." Kurt looked over at the graffiti, "just..trashing stuff I guess."

Kurt looked back to him with a shrug, he knew Rei was smart and wouldn't buy any lies, "soooo....yeah," he sighed, "good to see you anyways."

Kurt would chuckle a little, "yeah...maybe it's the empathy, being able to feel other's emotions makes lying feel wrong...I mean it is wrong, but makes it feel more wrong I guess." He looked over the painting, his tail zipping up the bag at his feet, to hide his other tools of mischief.

"Yeah, it's not bad, bigger than my usual projects," he said giving his friend a smile that was full of confused emotions. "You ever seen any yellow paint around here, it was probably me."

"I....," he'd go quiet for just a second, "I don't really know," for someone who could sense emotions he didn't really understand his own. "Maybe it's how I vent stuff," his tail wrapped around his waist, "it's eh, I do it here since most of the buildings here are kinda run down, or abandoned."

His home life had become a little less stressful after his extended family started sending them money, but it was a temporary relief, be could still feel tension in the air, the negative emotions from his parents.

Kurt looked to him, mentally kicking himself, he sometimes forgot how young Rei was. His tail lifted his bag and he slipped his arm through one of the straps, letting it rest on one of his shoulders.

"Eh, I try to only use abandoned buildings," when he could anyways, he didn't really enjoy damaging things per say, it just seemed like a good way to get things out of his system, "could probably find some better things to do though."

He gave him a small smile, "so taking pictures?" he'd ask curious. "A hobby? Think you'll try to be a photographer?"

He glanced back at the graffiti, "yeah, I wouldn't want you getting in trouble for having something like that on your phone," his tail scratched the back of his head, "how about I paint you something on a canvas at school later? I was gonna do that for all my friends."

Kurt adjusted his bag, and motioned his friend to follow, "I play games sometimes too, maybe I could play more," his tail would sways slowly behind him as he talked, he'd always liked talking to Rei, even if he was younger.

"Art's always been something I've gravitated toward," he hummed in thought, looking over at a partially broken wall, covered in someone else's graffiti. "Art is....I don't know...it's making something in a way..creating," he'd chuckle quietly, "photography is art, taking the best pics, getting the best lighting and all that."