y o υ r ☭ " rєvσlutíσn " {crystal}

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dominick shrugged. "I never denied it."

[CrimsonMoon]

Ash stands and snaps the plate up from him, putting it on the floor where Thor immediately gobbles it up," Karma," she actualy flicks him between the eyes and frowns like a disappointed babysitter

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dominick's head jerked back and he stared at her in amazement. "Just who do you think you are?" he demanded.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... The worst prisoner ever," she replies and sits down again, yawning and rubbing Thor's head as he gobnled the food up, waffle crumbs scattering the floor

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"You got that right," Dom muttered. He pushed his chair back and stood, then headed toward the front door.

[CrimsonMoon]

There was the soft sound of footsteps following him, Ash trails behind Dom, hugging herself

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dom flung the door open and stepped outside into the cold air. The sun had just risen, so the air still held the chill of night.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ash follows him and chirps," Wanna see my graffitti? Please?" She cooes

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dom ignored her and walked down the driveway to where she'd spraypainted the wall last night.

[CrimsonMoon]

The wall overlooked a small, overgrown basketball court... As they approached, slowly... Slowly the muriel(sp?) came into view.

A golden fist looked as if it was pushing up from the ground and helbent on breaking through the concrete. Words that seemed to pop out of the wall were scrawled: 'I'm tired of waiting for your revolution, so I started my own' in bright red letter highlighted that shone with the odd metallic paint...

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(I think that's right. I don't actually know, haha)

Dom raised his eyebrows. "Interesting," he murmured. He looked over at her, his eyes curious. "And what is your revolution?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" This whole thing is," she answers, spreading her arms, motioning as if to the whole of the world,"... Ya know... 'teenage rebellion',"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dominick snorted. "While I admit the art is nice, your ideas are not so impressive."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Art is always interpretted differently by those who see it, dumb a**," she answers with a faint smile, bumping his shoulder against his and crossing her slim arms over her chest, grey tipped platinum locks swaying faintly in the lighr, chilling breeze," Thats why artists are mad, people always see our work differently then how we really want it to be seen."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dominick rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say." He grabbed her arm and dragged her back toward the house, before someone noticed them.

[CrimsonMoon]

She yawns and allows herself to be dragged... Until she hugged his arm and walked beside him,"... Uh-huh,"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dom stiffened and stopped walking, looking over at her in shock. "What are you doing?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well you don't want to look like an abusive boyfriend, do you?" She cooes, grinning cheekily," Besides, Dane said you needed a significant other!"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dom brought his head up to rub the bridge of his nose. "He did, did he? Well, that's just friggin' perfect. I do not need a significant other, and even if it did it certainly wouldn't be you."

[CrimsonMoon]

Ash just smiles and cooes," Awww... Is my cooking not up to your world class standards? I'm sorry, i'll make sure to make a soup of vinegar and goat blood tonight just for you, my dear," she trills mockingly