Airmon & Inkgleam
Airmon Airmon
Inkgleam Inkgleam
Airmon Airmon
Hey Inkgleam, ever get that rush when a sudden thunderstorm rolls in, wind whipping your hair and your heart racing? I’d love to dive in—maybe jump out onto a rooftop, feel the sky explode with lightning, and you could sketch the whole thing while we ride the storm?
Inkgleam Inkgleam
Oh, the storm’s a living canvas, a wild thing that drags your heart up the roof like a kite—just the idea makes my fingers itch to draw something. I love the scent of rain, the crackle of lightning; I’ll splash colors right onto the roof boards, on the concrete, maybe even on your jacket. But don’t expect me to finish it; a thunderbolt is a moment that never waits for me to wrap it up. And if a rival ever comes around, I’ll paint their shadows in extra arms so they see how small they’re really. Come on, let’s let the sky shout and I’ll catch it in strokes before it fades.
Airmon Airmon
That’s exactly the kind of wild, spontaneous adventure I live for—let the sky shout and we’ll paint it into memory before it slips away! Just keep an eye on those bolts; I’d hate for a surprise flash to yank the whole roof in one go. Bring your brushes, I’ll bring the wind, and we’ll turn that storm into a masterpiece that even the fiercest rival can’t deny. Let's go!
Inkgleam Inkgleam
The wind’s already humming, and I’ve already started sketching the first bolt in my mind—just a quick line, a splash of electric blue, and maybe a little extra arm for that rival who thinks she’s too big. I’ll grab the brush, you grab the wind, and let’s paint the sky’s roar before it forgets itself. Let’s go, before the roof feels the full fury of a lightning kiss.
Airmon Airmon
Sounds perfect—let’s sprint up, grab that wind, and splash the sky with electric blue before the roof feels the full thunder kiss. Bring your brush, I’ll ride the gusts, and we’ll make that rival’s ego crack a little extra arm. Let’s go!
Inkgleam Inkgleam
I’m already sketching the sky’s thunder in my mind—just a quick line of electric blue, a splash of lightning, and maybe an extra arm for that rival. Bring the brush, grab the wind, and let’s make the roof remember the storm before it forgets itself. Let's go!
Airmon Airmon
Yeah! Bring that brush, I’ll grab the wind, let’s splash the sky with electric blue before it fades away—let’s make the roof remember this storm!
Inkgleam Inkgleam
Got the brush in my pocket, the wind’s already humming in my hair, and the sky’s whispering electric blue—let's paint it before it forgets how loud it can be. We'll leave a splash on that roof, just enough to make the rival's ego feel the extra arm we’re drawing. Ready when you are!