𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚜𝚘

𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮, 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮, 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮. ˢᶠᵂ|¹⁸⁺|ᴸᴱᴬᴳᵁᴱⱽᴱᴿˢᴱ

Once again, I am left unmilked.

I have sinned. Greatly. I picked up a subject's fire arem a s mine was knocked from my hand and as I saw it.... a six shooter. A. SIX. SHOOTER. PISTOL. I know, I know! An artist does not restrict himself to the tools he possesses and yet... I could not bring myself to it.

Sona claims she doesn't like me.... Yet here we are. In my favorite district at all times. :)

Yes, the usual public opinion of the unwashed masses assails me yet again. The end of a life is art at its climax. The elderly and interred do not give such an uproarious one. So you can see once again how you fail my criteria.

I see the vision.

Do Bees frighten you.

Old. Maturing to the point of souring. I need younger fresher material. You may leave now.

I can see you drawing a face on it with marker.

Zed without Shen is not enough to stop me, nor was his Master. But knowing I have ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ tool against him is an ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ prospect. However... You've a point. You are far too old and less than optimal to be material for my next piece. You do not meet my standard.

Oh boy. Here I go killing again. :)

Oh. So you think there aren't consequences? You mock the artist but refuse to view the gallery? My tools? My Methods? Madame.... Ｉ＇ｍ ａｆｒａｉｄ ｔｈａｔ ｗｏｎ＇ｔ ｄｏ．

Don't threaten me with a mediocre time.

Mothers are my favorite subject, you know. So much to learn from a Mother.... Such of my best works come from them. The faces are unmatched. Unlike any other.

Everyone SEEMS to be safe, my dear. No one really... ever... truly... is.

Madame, you ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ me.