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[hippie_ninja]

Jesus is also barefoot for once, and sitting cross-legged on the floor, colored chalks and papers spread out around him. Two doodles, like he'd said, but they've expanded into full page abstractions.

He looks up at him with a grin. "Hey."

[fireshow]

"Hey," it's said back rather softly, John slowly making his way over, hands still in his pockets. "You still going at it?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah, I'm just messing around." He sits up, stretches, and stands in one fluid motion. He tugs John over and kisses him hello, then steps around him to the kitchen for some water.

[fireshow]

The kiss is met with a soft brush of his lips over the other man's and he stands there after, watching as Jesus heads to the kitchen. "What's the subject of your messing around?" He asks, glancing back to his little work area there before looking back to Jesus.

[hippie_ninja]

"You can't tell?" He teases. Both pages are just swirls of color. He washes the chalk off his fingers and moves over to stand next to John.

"I started that one looking down on traffic," it's blue and black and yellow swirls. "And that one I was just messing around with the chalks. Trying to get used to how they work."

[fireshow]

"You usually use chalk?" It's asked with a brief glance over to him there beside him, gaze falling back to the sheets of paper there on the floor surrounded by chalk. "Or you dabble in a bit of everything? Depends on the mood?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Chalk is new. Easier to clean up than paint," and he doesn't want to mess up his brand new apartment yet. "But yeah, I figure I'll dabble in a little of everything. Why not? Not a lot else to do, right?"

[fireshow]

"Yeah, sure isn't." And the longer he stays here, the more he's not sure what to do with his time. Sigh on his lips, he shakes his head and looks over to Jesus again. "You sketch people? Like... do portraits?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Nothing you'd hang on a wall, but yeah, I used to try," he chuckles, kneeling to start packing things up. Then he offers a piece of chalk up. "Draw something for me."

[fireshow]

Brow raised, a huff of disbelief leaves him without even meaning to. "I don't draw. I'm a writer, remember?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Don't have to be to just mess around." He wouldn't call anything on the papers on the floor 'art'.

[fireshow]

Looking to the piece of chalk there, he takes it and stares to it for a long moment before he goes about getting himself down there on the floor and reaching for a paper. "I don't know what to draw."

[hippie_ninja]

"Draw me a tree," he teases, nudging him. "I'm trying to figure out a good spot for my friend to buy some land; she wants a home there. Trying to design one for her."

[fireshow]

"This the one you mentioned having your off the grid thing with?" Tree being the thing suggested, he pulls the paper towards him there on the floor and starts to draw one with the single piece of coloured chalk. The tree being a pine or Christmas one, given the season and all.

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah. Her name's Rosita." Which is important to know because he wants John and Rosita to meet someday.

[fireshow]

"She like your best friend or something?" He doesn't glance up, focusing on his shitty attempt at drawing a Christmas tree that isn't decorated.

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah," he says, thoughtful. "We've known each other for years. We fought a war together. I hadn't seen her much the past couple of years, though."

But the moment they both arrived here they bonded, drawn together by their past together and the need to close up ranks here.

[fireshow]

"So you have someone from where you're from here. Or your world, I guess." Finishing the tree, he looks it over, not finding it to be great or anything but sets his chalk down then as he looks over to Jesus. "Least it's someone you like, right?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Two people." He looks at John's drawing with a little smile and adds a star. It's the most festive anything in his room is.

"Carver--you know him? He's been here a while."

[fireshow]

Shake of his head, he gives a brief huff of laughter then. "This might shock you, but I'm not really the most social person around here." Especially with humans. "He not someone you like?"

[hippie_ninja]

"I like him. He's one of ours." So even if Jesus hated him, he'd still watch out for him. "But he's been through a lot. He's handled it differently than I have."

[fireshow]

Looking over to him, he licks over his lips. "He killed a lot of people?"

[hippie_ninja]

"At least as many as I have." That isn't what bothers Jesus. "I'm having a hard time adjusting to life here. I think it's rougher on him. I'm at least coming in believing that all of this might not fall apart."

[fireshow]

Setting the chalk down there and looking to his chalky fingers now, he falls quiet for a moment before he looks back up to Jesus. "I know how it is," he says. "How you sort of want to fight against all this and not, you know, get used to it all. People get houses, jobs, fucking married here and it pissed me off a lot. Bothered me. Sometimes still does. Cause it feels like settling and giving up. Just accepting this is your life now. It's a tough pill to swallow for some."

[hippie_ninja]

"It's this or nothing, now." But it has the ring of something he just tells himself to keep calm. "...This place could be better."