The coyote boy's laugh was met by a smug sophisticated grin, Erebus answered shortly after the character would clench fingers over the yellow can. Removing it from the satchel.
"Strategist." Erebus liked this new person, which was a rarity. Usually he fancied only females in his company. But for awhile now he'd wanted someone to cause a little chaos with. Faust seemed like the perfect mix of cooled off, and bordering livid. The type of thing the purple-jacketed one was in his earlier days. Erebus saw similar qualities in 'em even as he kicked open the door. Good qualities-- bad ass qualities.
'Faust' wouldn't be a name he'd forget after tonight. Then again, he might not see ol' Faust again after this episode. Best to make the most out of this game while it's still out there. The door cracked and broke down under Faust's boot. Coming from behind the white-haired Coyote was the tad taller Grimoire mage. His pace a little more reserved. Unlike Faust, Erebus had seen the gallery and planned his motives. Faust seemed to approach the world famous Pepe picture-- excellent choice; but Erebus wanted a broad spectrum of things to break and tag.
Jumping onto a table Erebus pulled two cans from his bag. Green and blue. Then, like a seasoned runner, he shot off spinning with agility. Given to him by his neko lineage. The boy somersaulted as liquid paint darted the rugs, ceilings, and etc surrounding him. Erebus landed on his feet, horizontal to the ground and stuck to the wall as if he were ignoring gravity. This was due to his mastery of balance and the ability to run across any platform. After having flipped ten feet to get there, a normal person would've gagged to see how elegantly he moved without hesitation.
He took off side-riding against the obstacle to make swirly elevated graffiti marks. As he did so, his feet would crush the glass frames underneath his flipflops. His physical strength being just high enough to do so. After that was done the entire side of the opposite end of the Majura Gallery was painted and looked as if a group of teenagers came twas the room to wreck it. They did, but it wasn't exactly a group. Moreso a duo-- two equally bad characters.
Well, that might not be true. Did Faust murder people? Might not be a good idea to ask people questions like that. Erebus knew that. He just couldn't shake the feeling Faust would fit into Grimoire Heart great. 'Course it wasn't like he could just 'tell' him about the guild. He'd need to go about inducting him an approachable way. That's if the guy was even interested at all. Plus, if Icarus and Crowley were interested either.
Erebus panted-- heart racing now that he was finished with a fair amount, he watched his hand tossing the cans to the sides, where he then dug for a black canister. He took to a painting titled 'Mona Lisa' and drew male genitalia beside her lips, with droplets onto her face. In addition he drew her some hairy titties. The final piece he thought, would be some devil horns. When he turned around, he met Faust's gaze. Erebus, meanwhile looking in that direction, was sweeping glass bits off of his sweat pants.
The man had spent the whole time coloring, perfecting, a blob of yellow overtop Pepe's glass. It took Erebus a moment to realize the meme.
"Nice tendies." The man in the lavender hoodie then walked over to some tables, tagging them by writing graphic vulgar words or sayings. Such as 'Eat Chode Here,' and other indiscreet insults. His claws unsheathed and he took out the legs of the tables' and chairs' so they would break down and be lop-sided. The Grimoire mage proceeded from there with his extended claws to hit the couches. Running them through the fabric and ripping outward, then filling the exposed fluff stuffing to wet red paint. It looked as if people had been slaughtered whilst sitting there. Truly horrific.
Fun. Now all he could do was break things and chill while the coyote went about. A single chair which handn't been broken, purposelly, was pulled up. Erebus sat down and stretched.
"I have a purple left, you want it?" Truth was, the male probably had lasted more with the yellow can due to a slower, more frequent pace. But all Erebus cared about was the dozens of penis tags covering the gallery. That was his ultimate goal. Whereas Faust probably had better uses for his colors. Like actual images, such as the nugget. It was a pretty good nugget, not gonna lie.