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[frisyr]

emil västerström

Hey it's Emil! My phone is probably on silent, or I'm sleeping. Leave a message and I'll call you back!

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[frisyr]

[ Oh man, that is so convenient and Emil can't wait to regain his sylladex. ]

Oh. Um, are you sure about that?

Is she really into horses?

[splinten]

She was in the Pony Pals Club with me in high school.

[...He guesses he's just describing Prompto at this point?]

[frisyr]

Oh, okay.

Alright, let's paint!

[ He gets out a lighter color first, to do sketches. Since.

He's terrible.

Like not terrible, but not great. This horse definitely looks like it could shed a few pounds. ]

[splinten]

[Dirk, being TERRIBLE, doesn't correct Emil. He seems pretty pleased by the fat pony, in fact, and while his owns are stunningly well-crafted, he keeps doing stupid things like adding random unicorns or giving the horses speech bubbles? Also, the liberal use of neon orange. He is just having way too much fun making this mural dumb.]

[frisyr]

[ Emil is done one horse. It's nice, but again, super fat. Very fluffy. It's probably Icelandic. This thing is super fluffy. Nice mane. Definitely doing a weird sort of trot. ]

--I don't think you needed my help.

[splinten]

Of course I did, dude. Look at what you did.

[It's a MASTERPIECE

Dirk genuinely loves it]

[frisyr]

Well... It's okay, I guess.

But. It was fun.

[ He smiles and offers a fistbump ]

[splinten]

[HE BUMPS THE FIST.]

It was. Thanks, dude.

[frisyr]

Hey, anytime.

You go get that girl.

[ Punches him in the arm. Gently. ]