"Kris slides the poster they nabbed before coming to the shop over and flip it over to the blank side. They stare at it for a few moments as they tap the black crayon against their cheek. Spamton also stares at the poster's blank side, awaiting what Kris would draw.
" ...It turned out they didn't have any ideas."
Kris takes a moment to hang out with Spamton. A single drawing is all it takes for the discussion to get kind of existential.
i don't really know what this is, i just wanted to write kris and spamton friendship
Kris leans across the counter and feels around for the 12 pack of crayons Spamton had stolen earlier in the day. Their hand soon lands on it, and they slide it closer to them before picking it up off the counter. Spamton simply watches as they finger through the crayons, their eyes narrowed slightly as they think about what colours they need. They only end up pulling out the black crayon.
Kris slides the poster they nabbed before coming to the shop over and flip it over to the blank side. They stare at it for a few moments as they tap the black crayon against their cheek. Spamton also stares at the poster's blank side, awaiting what Kris would draw.
...It turned out they didn't have any ideas.
"WHAT ABOUT... SOMETHING FROM YOUR WORLD?" Spamton suggests. "YOU'RE LIGHT nER, AREN'T YOU? THERE MUST BE [[Something worth spending your life savings on!]]"
Kris blinks at him, trying to hide the quizzical look they wanted to give. They then think for a moment, before shrugging and beginning to outline something. Spamton watches eagerly as Kris's hand draws the lines, his long nose barely an inch away from the paper. When they finish, Kris picks up the poster and holds it up for Spamton to see the drawing.
Spamton sits up and exclaims, "WOW!!! A [[Classic masterpiece]] KRIS!!!" He pauses for a moment before asking, "...WHAT IS IT."
"ICE-E," Kris casually replies.
"...ICY?"
"ICE-E. Ice, then E. Pizza mascot."
"AH! A [Mascot]! THEY'RE..." Spamton frowns as he finishes, "...TERRIFYING. WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAT?? HOW IS A [Beautiful face] LIKE THAT SUPPOSED TO [[Rake it in]]??"
Kris shrugs. "Works though."
"THOSE OTHER LIGHT nERS MUST BE [Hungry Hungry Hippos] THEN!" Spamton turns to face the wall behind him. His eyes skim over the details - he's seen them a million times before. He stops on the cartoon sun, the vibrant yellow of its rays dried mid-drip.
"KRIS... [The sun]. YOU HAVE IT IN THE LIGHT wORLD, RIGHT? IS IT NICE?"
Kris places the poster ICE-E-up on the counter as they think Spamton's question over. They didn't really have any strong thoughts on the sun. It was just there, as far as they were concerned. But there was no sunlight in the Dark World, so it seemed like a reasonable enough question (coming from Spamton, at least).
"It's warm. And bright," Kris replies.
Spamton's neck makes a loud click as he turns his head unnaturally far to look at Kris. "HOW [Bright]? HOW [Warm]?"
Kris flinches at the sight before telling Spamton, "Very bright. Hurts to look at directly, I've tried it. Warmth kinda depends on the season. In the summer it's really warm."
"WARM ENOUGH TO [[Kill you]]?"
"Uh- …Not unless you're wearing too many clothes?"
Spamton's body shifts to align with his head's positioning as he says, "[Good to know]! YOU MUST FEEL [Real] LUCKY TO SEE IT EVERY DAY!!"
"Um..." Kris glances at the floor of Spamton's shop for a couple of moments. They look back at Spamton as they reply with a shrug, "Thanks?"
"NOW BACK TO THAT [[Art program]] OF YOURS, KRIS!" Spamton says as he slaps his hands onto the counter in excitement. "WHAT OTHER LIGHT nER THINGS ARE THERE [[That will blow your mind]]?"