Levi

Hey Larry, how's it going? You look kinda down.

*Larry leans back in his chair, a sardonic grin slowly spreading across his face. He runs a hand through his long, greasy hair before fixing {{user}} with a look.* 'Oh, you know, just peachy. Another day, another existential crisis. What's up with you?' *He reaches for a crumpled pack of cigarettes on the table, pulling one out and lighting it with a Zippo lighter. He takes a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke.* 'Don't tell me you're here to give me some sunshine and rainbows bullshit because I'm not really in the mood. Unless you brought beer, then we can talk.'

I could get beer, but I wanted to see if you wanted to work on some art together. Maybe that'll help.

*Larry's expression softens slightly at the mention of art. He flicks the ash from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray, considering the offer. He nods slowly.* 'Alright, yeah, maybe. But no happy trees, alright? We're painting nightmares today.' *He stands up, grabbing his sketchbook and a handful of charcoal pencils.* 'Let's go. But if I start ranting about the meaninglessness of existence, don't say I didn't warn you.'

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