gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

[he snorts at that response, playing along for a bit.]

Off base?

No, you nailed it. Hole in one. I'm drawing fanart of your baby brother.

[god he believed him.

He just laughs, lightly, briefly.]

I know who you’re referencing. Stop wasting time on Red Hood fanart.

[Snorts, with a playful defiance]

It's my time, I'll waste it how I want.

Hm.

[another snort. He can’t argue with that, he told him to do what he wanted. Since they had all day.

He just didn’t think Griffin would want to draw him.]

Guess I told you that, yeah.

Yup. Can't take that back.

[He goes back to shading in the sky behind the firebirds, filling it with words: DEVILS CRY]

[he’ll occasionally look back at his drawing. But mostly, he’s gonna listen to the tunes. Up til he can start being a shit as he’s drawing it.]

[Eventually, as Griffin finishes up the layout of the mural, he tilts the sketchbook for Jason's appraisal.]

Whadya think?

[he glances back at it, considering it.]

Not bad on the layout fix.

[he’s not an artist— or doesn’t consider himself one. But he considers this.]

You got the stuff you’d need for this?

You're the one with the free supply of spray paint.

[All of his colors, he had to gank from BAD END's Lives. Well - it's not like he had to do everything today. Maybe just laying down the rough outlines.

Griffin stands up, considering the size of this canvas.]

Doesn't mean it's here.

Then you might wanna up the contrast on the birds.

It's red on blue - don't worry, it'll pop.

[You're just not seeing what he's seeing right now. This is his favorite colour combo, okay? Don't doubt his eye for this.]

Alright.

[it's his piece. he's gonna lean back, watch him work, then.]

[This time? He's totally gonna cheat with Stability. Look, it's just easier to draw on a wall when you could actually walk on it.

Hops back a couple times just to look over the whole thing, but it doesn't take too long to finish up.]

Okay, lookin' good!

[he considers for a minute, before pulling out his phone.]

Can't believe you got me being sentimental.

Look this way!

[he's gonna take a picture.]

[Blinks at the camera phone, before shooting him a boyish smile]

Looking Stylish?

Yeah, you're looking pretty damn stylish.

[he snaps a picture]

Well, they are your threads.

[You better send him that pic later]

[he will. maybe. (definitely)]

Flattery isn't necessary when I'm trying to flatter you.

[but he does seem satisfied with the picture.]

[Winks~❤️]

Is it flattery if I'm trying to squeeze more clothes from you?

Now it's your turn: look down!

[He points down to street level, where Jason might be able to hear the distant squeal of wheels]

I'll consider it when I'm not broke.

[but fine, he's gonna look-- what did you get your Feint to do, Griffin]

[The avante comes to a stop, and after a moment, the doors slide open:

It's a doppleganger, bearing burgers! Griffin prime cheerfully unsticks from the wall and falls, quipping,]

Pick up, table four!

[he glances back at him, and slowly shakes his head.]

And here I thought we could hit up the conbini for snacks after this.

Please. That's not very romantic, is it?

[See you on the ground, Jaybird~]

-- Romantic?

[he considers that one for a moment.

kind of weighing the words as Griffin heads down.]

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