“Surge said, looking sideways at the infamous bloated piece of me Warp had told Haze and me about. “Gee, thanks, Surge.” I elbowed him in the ribs and touched the art to see if it was tacky. “How did your brother find this? I don’t think we’ve been down here on a run yet.” “He probably heard it through the thug-line or stumbled on it.” I stepped back again to survey my sprayed image. The edges of the piece seemed a little sharper, the swirl of paint in the background a little sloppy.... My face…stretched and some unfinished cracks, or twigs or something, looked like they were going to poke me in the eye. The writer must’ve been in a rush or methed out. “You know, this isn’t very flattering. I look kinda…piggish.” “Maybe it was dark. Or they sniffed a little too much paint, yanno? If they did this at night I’d still say it’s impressive, but as a depiction of the fine Lady of the Ledge, it’s way foul.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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