Hush & Kazus
Kazus
You ever notice how the city hums like a drumbeat and I’m itching to paint it, while you find its quiet heartbeat? Let’s talk.
Hush
I hear the city’s pulse too, but it’s not the clatter that catches me. It’s the quiet gaps, the way light lingers on a cracked wall, the breath of the streets when the traffic fades. If I were to paint, it would be that pause, the space between the beats.
Kazus
Nice, you’re hunting the same silence. I’ll grab a canvas, some spray, and turn that pause into a shout. Let’s paint the void loud.
Hush
Just be sure the shout still echoes the quiet you’re looking for.
Kazus
Got it—no hollow noise, just a scream that lingers like that last breath on the sidewalk. I'll make sure the echo stays quiet enough to be felt.