I. Who's is that!? [ Davis spins around in a dramatic, uncoordinated fashion. His hand is already in his suit but pauses as he sees that its a paintbrush hovering in the air. ] Oh. Well, isn't that quaint?
[ Pleased with the image of a dripping paintbrush, he offers a small wave to it as he looks around to see where the controller might be. ] What new sort of flying droid is this? It certainly would make painting ceilings easier, wouldn't it?
Still, my casino is all recently painted so I don't need to worry about such things. Still, what a lovely color. [ Green. Like money. Like his wife's eyes. He smiles fondly. ] Well, I best be off. [ Pulling his hand free from his jacket, he almost steps away but the paintbrush is already drawing nearer. ] Oh, what's this? A business venture, eh? Attempting to show me what you can do?
Hm, hm! I do appreciate such bold strokes. [ He holds his hands out to have his pun appreciated, too. The paintbrush turns to run a wet line of green over his hand, painting it over completely. ] ... Mm. Wet.
[ And so he is cheerfully chatting up the paintbrush and taking every sweeping, dripping swipe at the air as some answer to his question or statement. What a thing to come across. ]
III.
How could this happen!
[ The tone nor voice sound particularly pleased. His hands are ruffling his hair as he stands outside a jewelry shop. He continues to make a swipe at where the door handle would be but unable to grasp onto it. ]
I had a custom-made order come in, too. This is highly unprofessional. I can't even knock on the windows to be let in because there are no windows. Should I crawl through the open wall? That seems a little uncouth and would cause a lot of misunderstands.
[ Davis gestures towards the gaping nothing that separates him from entering the shop. He paces the sidewalk as he tries to figure out what he can do. Infuirating enough, he watches other people enter the shop easily and leave with uncolored and partially transparent jewelry. ]
I don't want to see my order if it turns out that it looks like that... what is this? Half-off? [ He pauses to laugh at his own joke before turning to the nearest person. ] Hey, you, are you a good painter?
BONUS
yo. A/S/L. hahaha jk jk. Hello. I am Davis. It seems there has been an app put on my phone. It certainly sounds serious -- stabalization process! I hope it goes well. Fight on. So, do you gamble?
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (Franklin Gregory Michael Davis) | BSD
Who's is that!? [ Davis spins around in a dramatic, uncoordinated fashion. His hand is already in his suit but pauses as he sees that its a paintbrush hovering in the air. ] Oh. Well, isn't that quaint?
[ Pleased with the image of a dripping paintbrush, he offers a small wave to it as he looks around to see where the controller might be. ] What new sort of flying droid is this? It certainly would make painting ceilings easier, wouldn't it?
Still, my casino is all recently painted so I don't need to worry about such things. Still, what a lovely color. [ Green. Like money. Like his wife's eyes. He smiles fondly. ] Well, I best be off. [ Pulling his hand free from his jacket, he almost steps away but the paintbrush is already drawing nearer. ] Oh, what's this? A business venture, eh? Attempting to show me what you can do?
Hm, hm! I do appreciate such bold strokes. [ He holds his hands out to have his pun appreciated, too. The paintbrush turns to run a wet line of green over his hand, painting it over completely. ] ... Mm. Wet.
[ And so he is cheerfully chatting up the paintbrush and taking every sweeping, dripping swipe at the air as some answer to his question or statement. What a thing to come across. ]
III.
How could this happen!
[ The tone nor voice sound particularly pleased. His hands are ruffling his hair as he stands outside a jewelry shop. He continues to make a swipe at where the door handle would be but unable to grasp onto it. ]
I had a custom-made order come in, too. This is highly unprofessional. I can't even knock on the windows to be let in because there are no windows. Should I crawl through the open wall? That seems a little uncouth and would cause a lot of misunderstands.
[ Davis gestures towards the gaping nothing that separates him from entering the shop. He paces the sidewalk as he tries to figure out what he can do. Infuirating enough, he watches other people enter the shop easily and leave with uncolored and partially transparent jewelry. ]
I don't want to see my order if it turns out that it looks like that... what is this? Half-off? [ He pauses to laugh at his own joke before turning to the nearest person. ] Hey, you, are you a good painter?
BONUS
yo. A/S/L. hahaha jk jk.
Hello. I am Davis. It seems there has been an app put on my phone. It certainly sounds serious -- stabalization process! I hope it goes well. Fight on. So, do you gamble?