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Malachi was relaxed in his spot not saying anything in response to the other. The red head gently pushed back some long strange of fiery red locks from his face as he settled his soft verdant eyes on the elder. He pushed the brim of his glasses up the bridge of his nose gently and shifted his position before finally speaking. "I can see that." he said quite blatantly. Dressed in a long sleeved black and red shriped shirt and an orange and blue flame marked button up over shirt Malachi looked much like your regular teenage punk off the streets. He gently shifted a fingerless leather gloved hand upwards and slipped a black painted nail in to his leather chocker pulling on it gently and sliding his finger across the shinny leather slowly. "My only question is do you make paintings or do you paint homes..." he offered.
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