Falming_bunny & Vandro
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
Vandro Vandro
Vandro Vandro
Ever noticed how a chase can feel like painting with blood? You blaze rules with colors, I blaze trails with instincts. Think our worlds blur more than we think?
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
Sure, the chase is just a living canvas splashed in red—each footfall a new shade, every gasp a fresh stroke. When the rules bleed, the trail blazes brighter. Our worlds? One messy palette, two artists screaming at the same chaos. You paint in instinct, I paint in fire. Same canvas, different fire.
Vandro Vandro
Fire’s got heat, instinct’s got scars. We both just trying to leave a mark on the same canvas, even if we’re screaming in different directions. If we ran into each other, the room would melt.
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
If we collided, the wall would erupt into a new masterpiece—like a grenade of paint and blood, and we'd be the headline.
Vandro Vandro
Sounds like a hell of a headline, but I'm more into the trail than the drama. If we collide, just make sure the wall’s not the only thing that ends up in the mess.
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
Yeah, leave the wall for the critics and keep the trail raw. I'll paint the chaos, you keep the scorch marks. If we collide, let the whole room feel it.