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The fairgrounds were perfect. Or, rather, the perfect canvas. It was busy during the day, but practically uninhabited at night, with the exception, possibly, of the occasional underpaid security guard, who was more likely to be snacking and watching skitty videos on poketube. So Dogwood felt perfectly comfortable lounging at the rendezvous point with his bag of supplies - face masks (can't go breathing in those fumes!), water bottles (hydration is key), various snacks (no one likes to work on an empty stomach) and various tools like boltcutters, knives, and uh... persuasive equipment. It was up to his partner to provide the paint, since a bag full of pointy objects and pressurized cans was not an ideal mix. The thug lounged idly, humming merrily, as if right next to the shoddy chainlink fence around the back end of the fairgrounds was exactly the place where he belonged. He'd already picked out a good few canvases, along the wide metal bases of some rides, the sides of a few ferris wheel booths, a row of fencing... there were countless great spots that could use a few touch ups. He smiled as he usually did, rubbing the scar along his nose and turning his head at what might be the sound of someone approaching.

And there Tyrin was with his usual carefree spirit. Though his carefree was marked with a moody frown and a perpetual resting bitch face, but hey- he had the goods with him. With him Tyrin touted a backpack of various colored spray cans, and following after was a jittery black noivern, a second backpack clutched in his winged arms.

Tyrin searched around for his partner in crime, having taking up this job because of the money and the topic... Though partnering up with sometime had left him a Lyle antsy. Nevertheless, there he was. A nudge tu his chin from the zubat hiding in his collar bright tyrin's attention to the broken fence. Oh. Good work Chickpea.

Saddling on over, Tyrin ducked under the fence and gave Dogwood a narrow, unbroken stare in greetings. There was a slight, curious tilt to his head at least. Enjoy the awkwardness, Dogwood.

To say Dogwood smiled at the arrival of his partner wouldn't be quite accurate, since he was almost perpetually smiling. But he did smile a little broader, nodding politely as Tyrin made his way onto Dogwoods side of the fence.
"Evenin', cuz~" He greeted the younger guy casually. He didn't seem at all put off by the silent treatment or the staring, simply trotting off in the direction of a few of the still, silent rides, expecting his partner to follow. As he moved, there was a little shifting under his clothes, until two pairs of beady eyes poked out, staring at Tyrin and his pokemon. A pair of spinarak, one of whom seemed to be... drooling, a bit.
"Name's Dogwood. Pleasure t'meet ya." He chatted pleasantly, voice low but chipper, as if they were rubbing elbows at a barbecue rather than breaking into a faiground after dark. "Impressive draggo ya got, there. Big ol fella, huh? Oh, there were some choice spots over here, yanno? I was thinkin the bottom o' th' ferris wheel oughta get a touchup. Oh, I brought some stuff, too." He slung his backpack around, opening it up to reveal a sleeping espurr. He nudged the cat gently aside to withdraw a face mask, holding it out to Tyrin. "Safety first, huh?"
Snappea waved for Tyrin, perking up and shuffling the bag of paints to one wing to raise the other in greetings. Tyrin just furrowed his brows and tilted his head further, like one would expect of a very perplexed dog. He followed after, crinkling his nose at the spiders and hanging back further with Snappea, not a fan of all things... multilegged. Ehg. Spooky.

"Tyrin. This is Snappea. This is Chickpea." Snappea chirped once in greetings, while the zubat, Chickpea, rattled off chitters that were a bit more pitched to the ear. Tyrin winced a little at the unpleasant sound, but didn't bother quieting the bats. If someone was confused by the sound of bats at night and came inspecting, well... they were just weird. Also a confuse ray would handle any nosy nellies.

Tyrin shook his head at the offered face mask, raising a hand to shake it off before pulling up his own mask, a jagged mouth stitched across the purple fabric, looking like a Haunter's pointy grin. Tyrin gave a thumbs up after before pulling his backpack off and dropping it close to the wheel with a soft clatter. He took the bag from Snappea after, dropping it as well with another clatter. He went digging through it, pulling out two cans of purple and black. There were various other colors stuffed within, but Tyrin was just here to mess with his favorites.

"We're not being boring about this, and just. Fixing paint. Yeah?"

On his shoulders, the spinarak certainly seemed plenty interested in Tyrin, staring at him and his bat pokemon. The two spiders... might have actually just started to doze with their eyes open. It was difficult to say. Dogwood shrugged, pulling the face mask over his own nose and mouth instead.
"Suit yourself."
He dropped his bag near the base of the ferris wheel as well, reaching his hands up to stretch.
"MmmmMMH! Beautiful night~! Perfect for an outing like this." At Tyrins question, he chuckled a bit.
"That depends on your definition of 'fix', cuz. But if we were jus' gonna touch it up, I don't think we'd hafta be here after dark, yanno?" He reached a big hand into his pocket, withdrawing a pokeball and releasing a little nuzleaf.
"Yo, Twiggy, make sure we've got plenty of room, huh?" The nuzleaf saluted diligently before running off in between the empty stalls. He turned back to Tyrin, nodding at his bag of paint.
"May I?"

"You're old." Tyrin stated as if his reason for concern was completely validated with that statement alone. Listen, old people were always saying things and keeping people from doing anything worth while. No you can't stay up late, no you can't have breakfast for dinner, no you can't go up to the little old ladies house and steal the pie from her window. Uhg. Adults. Complete groove killers. "I'm just making sure."

The bats seemed far from concerned with the spiders. The zubat raised her wing in greetings, promptly bapping Tyrin's cheek in doing so. Snappea remained hanging back with a respectful nod, before nervously looking around for trouble. Should we be doing this? I don't know guys... this doesn't seem like a good idea... We should just go hooome.

"Go for it." Tyrin said as Snappea turned his attention back to the bag, tapping his claws together before shuffling away from the backpack to let Dogwood have at it. He seemed to bristle as Tyrin shook his cans with a 'raka taka taka' oh the mixing ball inside. the hiss of paint being released followed shortly after as Tyrin went to work on the ferris wheel. Giving it a bit of a. Touch up.

Dogwood chuckled at the comment on his age.
"Maybe you're just too young~" he teased, smiling under his mask. He didn't take too much offense to it. After all, plenty of adults were hella lame. The spinarak on his shoulders wobbled a bit as he knelt down, plucking out a can on black spray paint. Always good to get a black base coat down to make the rest really pop.
"I'll let you handle this side while I move around the corner. Got a design in mind?"

"No." Tyrin squinted. He was not too young, he was the right amount of young. Tyrin wasn't entirely offended by that either though, he got enough of it from Emronde and Tyrin was... a hard one to offend. Or much of anything. The boy was as entertaining as a wet piece of white bread with the desire to be a shithead.

"Yes." Which was shortly followed by a 'no', and here's to hoping Dogwood remembered when he asked what question so those yes and nos went to the right question. However that last no was followed up with a brief ramble.

"I just do whatever. Colors look nice or something." He shrugged, spraying over his canvas to give it a black background before waiting for it to dry. The noivern behind him made quiet hums of distress the entire time. "If you're worried, keep a look out dude."

Dogwood couldn't help but grin a bit. Who peed in this kids corn flakes? Talk about your wet blanket. He couldn't help but think it was a little ironic that the teenager here was the one taking things so seriously while old Dogwood was just here to have a good time. He wasn't deterred by those curt answers, however, setting down the black paint and picking up a dark green next, painting over the black in long, thick sweeps.
"Just freehanding it, huh? That can get pretty difficult. You never keep a sketchbook or anything? Just make it up as you go?" He scooped up a bright, toxic green next, grinning at the little spiders as the spinarak burrowed back into his shirt to escape the paint fumes. He painted bright, curling vines creeping out over the dark black and green, giving quick little flicks of his wrist close up to give the impression of thorns.
"Here we go. Can't spend too much time in one spot." He turned to look over his shoulder, eyeing the rest of the fairgrounds, "We gotta lotta ground to cover."

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The fairgrounds were perfect. Or, rather, the perfect canvas. It was busy during the day, but practically uninhabited at night, with the exception, possibly, of the occasional underpaid security guard, who was more likely to be snacking and watching skitty videos on poketube. So Dogwood felt perfectly comfortable lounging at the rendezvous point with his bag of supplies - face masks (can't go breathing in those fumes!), water bottles (hydration is key), various snacks (no one likes to work on an empty stomach) and various tools like boltcutters, knives, and uh... persuasive equipment. It was up to his partner to provide the paint, since a bag full of pointy objects and pressurized cans was not an ideal mix. The thug lounged idly, humming merrily, as if right next to the shoddy chainlink fence around the back end of the fairgrounds was exactly the place where he belonged. He'd already picked out a good few canvases, along the wide metal bases of some rides, the sides of a few ferris wheel booths, a row of fencing... there were countless great spots that could use a few touch ups. He smiled as he usually did, rubbing the scar along his nose and turning his head at what might be the sound of someone approaching.

And there Tyrin was with his usual carefree spirit. Though his carefree was marked with a moody frown and a perpetual resting bitch face, but hey- he had the goods with him. With him Tyrin touted a backpack of various colored spray cans, and following after was a jittery black noivern, a second backpack clutched in his winged arms.

Tyrin searched around for his partner in crime, having taking up this job because of the money and the topic... Though partnering up with sometime had left him a Lyle antsy. Nevertheless, there he was. A nudge tu his chin from the zubat hiding in his collar bright tyrin's attention to the broken fence. Oh. Good work Chickpea.

Saddling on over, Tyrin ducked under the fence and gave Dogwood a narrow, unbroken stare in greetings. There was a slight, curious tilt to his head at least. Enjoy the awkwardness, Dogwood.

To say Dogwood smiled at the arrival of his partner wouldn't be quite accurate, since he was almost perpetually smiling. But he did smile a little broader, nodding politely as Tyrin made his way onto Dogwoods side of the fence.
"Evenin', cuz~" He greeted the younger guy casually. He didn't seem at all put off by the silent treatment or the staring, simply trotting off in the direction of a few of the still, silent rides, expecting his partner to follow. As he moved, there was a little shifting under his clothes, until two pairs of beady eyes poked out, staring at Tyrin and his pokemon. A pair of spinarak, one of whom seemed to be... drooling, a bit.
"Name's Dogwood. Pleasure t'meet ya." He chatted pleasantly, voice low but chipper, as if they were rubbing elbows at a barbecue rather than breaking into a faiground after dark. "Impressive draggo ya got, there. Big ol fella, huh? Oh, there were some choice spots over here, yanno? I was thinkin the bottom o' th' ferris wheel oughta get a touchup. Oh, I brought some stuff, too." He slung his backpack around, opening it up to reveal a sleeping espurr. He nudged the cat gently aside to withdraw a face mask, holding it out to Tyrin. "Safety first, huh?"
Snappea waved for Tyrin, perking up and shuffling the bag of paints to one wing to raise the other in greetings. Tyrin just furrowed his brows and tilted his head further, like one would expect of a very perplexed dog. He followed after, crinkling his nose at the spiders and hanging back further with Snappea, not a fan of all things... multilegged. Ehg. Spooky.

"Tyrin. This is Snappea. This is Chickpea." Snappea chirped once in greetings, while the zubat, Chickpea, rattled off chitters that were a bit more pitched to the ear. Tyrin winced a little at the unpleasant sound, but didn't bother quieting the bats. If someone was confused by the sound of bats at night and came inspecting, well... they were just weird. Also a confuse ray would handle any nosy nellies.

Tyrin shook his head at the offered face mask, raising a hand to shake it off before pulling up his own mask, a jagged mouth stitched across the purple fabric, looking like a Haunter's pointy grin. Tyrin gave a thumbs up after before pulling his backpack off and dropping it close to the wheel with a soft clatter. He took the bag from Snappea after, dropping it as well with another clatter. He went digging through it, pulling out two cans of purple and black. There were various other colors stuffed within, but Tyrin was just here to mess with his favorites.

"We're not being boring about this, and just. Fixing paint. Yeah?"

On his shoulders, the spinarak certainly seemed plenty interested in Tyrin, staring at him and his bat pokemon. The two spiders... might have actually just started to doze with their eyes open. It was difficult to say. Dogwood shrugged, pulling the face mask over his own nose and mouth instead.
"Suit yourself."
He dropped his bag near the base of the ferris wheel as well, reaching his hands up to stretch.
"MmmmMMH! Beautiful night~! Perfect for an outing like this." At Tyrins question, he chuckled a bit.
"That depends on your definition of 'fix', cuz. But if we were jus' gonna touch it up, I don't think we'd hafta be here after dark, yanno?" He reached a big hand into his pocket, withdrawing a pokeball and releasing a little nuzleaf.
"Yo, Twiggy, make sure we've got plenty of room, huh?" The nuzleaf saluted diligently before running off in between the empty stalls. He turned back to Tyrin, nodding at his bag of paint.
"May I?"

"You're old." Tyrin stated as if his reason for concern was completely validated with that statement alone. Listen, old people were always saying things and keeping people from doing anything worth while. No you can't stay up late, no you can't have breakfast for dinner, no you can't go up to the little old ladies house and steal the pie from her window. Uhg. Adults. Complete groove killers. "I'm just making sure."

The bats seemed far from concerned with the spiders. The zubat raised her wing in greetings, promptly bapping Tyrin's cheek in doing so. Snappea remained hanging back with a respectful nod, before nervously looking around for trouble. Should we be doing this? I don't know guys... this doesn't seem like a good idea... We should just go hooome.

"Go for it." Tyrin said as Snappea turned his attention back to the bag, tapping his claws together before shuffling away from the backpack to let Dogwood have at it. He seemed to bristle as Tyrin shook his cans with a 'raka taka taka' oh the mixing ball inside. the hiss of paint being released followed shortly after as Tyrin went to work on the ferris wheel. Giving it a bit of a. Touch up.

Dogwood chuckled at the comment on his age.
"Maybe you're just too young~" he teased, smiling under his mask. He didn't take too much offense to it. After all, plenty of adults were hella lame. The spinarak on his shoulders wobbled a bit as he knelt down, plucking out a can on black spray paint. Always good to get a black base coat down to make the rest really pop.
"I'll let you handle this side while I move around the corner. Got a design in mind?"

"No." Tyrin squinted. He was not too young, he was the right amount of young. Tyrin wasn't entirely offended by that either though, he got enough of it from Emronde and Tyrin was... a hard one to offend. Or much of anything. The boy was as entertaining as a wet piece of white bread with the desire to be a shithead.

"Yes." Which was shortly followed by a 'no', and here's to hoping Dogwood remembered when he asked what question so those yes and nos went to the right question. However that last no was followed up with a brief ramble.

"I just do whatever. Colors look nice or something." He shrugged, spraying over his canvas to give it a black background before waiting for it to dry. The noivern behind him made quiet hums of distress the entire time. "If you're worried, keep a look out dude."

Dogwood couldn't help but grin a bit. Who peed in this kids corn flakes? Talk about your wet blanket. He couldn't help but think it was a little ironic that the teenager here was the one taking things so seriously while old Dogwood was just here to have a good time. He wasn't deterred by those curt answers, however, setting down the black paint and picking up a dark green next, painting over the black in long, thick sweeps.
"Just freehanding it, huh? That can get pretty difficult. You never keep a sketchbook or anything? Just make it up as you go?" He scooped up a bright, toxic green next, grinning at the little spiders as the spinarak burrowed back into his shirt to escape the paint fumes. He painted bright, curling vines creeping out over the dark black and green, giving quick little flicks of his wrist close up to give the impression of thorns.
"Here we go. Can't spend too much time in one spot." He turned to look over his shoulder, eyeing the rest of the fairgrounds, "We gotta lotta ground to cover."