Cult of Flint

'What?'

"That's kinda sad,"

'I'd rather have had the rats than a mom like yours. No offence'

"I agree one hundred percent, moving on." He pulls out a couple cans of spray paint, dark grey, red and pink and starts to draw Hi eating some noodles.

'Aww, it's so realistic and adowwwwable!'

Hi sniffs the image of the noodles, as if he thinks they are real

Tyrion lifts him up so he can get a better look.

Hi tries to lick the wall, but stops at the last minute.

'Poor little dude thought it was real! Ya a good artist!'

"Thanks, I normally do it as protest," Tyrion puts a tarp over it. "If it doesn't dry it might get messed up, or someone will lick it I guess and get poisoned, if Hi wants to lick it, fine but it's gotta dry, so you can't see it right now, sorry."

'Nah, not a problem! What ya protesting against?'

Hi nuzzles against Tyrion

"Oppressive governments, for workers rights, religions that are unfairly persecuting tieflings and stuff. Y'know not-so-great people."

'Yeah. Those people. I ought to be fighting them probably.'

"You don't need to do anything, I do it because I'm a victim of said oppression."

'Yeah, but it shouldn't just be on the victims of oppression to fight it. Maybe I should be doing more than just simply disengaging with the system and dropping out'

"I think not giving them what they want is enough, you aren't feeding the system, you don't buy anything."

'True, true. I only buy bread off them, and I make a living off their trash. Kinda like a parasite on their society, I guess'

*gtg*

"Exactly."

'Yeah, that's what I am! A friendly parasite on society! REckon I could do a lot worse than that! Anyway, it's getting late, I better go get some sleep' Flint scuttles away into a pipe to his den, where he curls up under a filthy blanket and falls asleep, with Hi nearby

*gtg*

(Seeya) In the meantime Tyrion makes a skull on the wall, as well as a dumpster on fire with the word "Flint" under it.