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Backdated to late 11/10-early morning 11/11; text 1/???

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You're an asshole, you know that?

ACTION; backdated to Nov 27-29

[trap_factory]

[the last couple of days had been hectic to say the least and stressful. After a couple of days though, between Yori's gentle demeanor and Pandora's slowly recovering health, Prometheus has started to relax a little. Or, at least, as relaxed as the old Reploid would ever be.

... Sort of.

He would admit to Pandora that the sight of that annoying Maverick Hunter even in oil paint form was enough to drive his circuits to overheating. Something about him just rubbed him the wrong way... The way he talked reminded him of a certain someone if he thought about it. Unfortunately, Pandora never asked these sorts of problems and Prometheus trusted no one else enough to voice petty complaints like this. Which mean that his frustration needed a different outlet.

Slowly, over several days, the painting would be moved. To any human, the placement was imperceptible; a few centimetres off, leaning the wrong way. But that's not the main change. After the first couple of times, more and more noticeable damage would appear across the surface of the canvas. Paint being slowly cut into, the figure in the poor, abused painting slowly being scratched and torn.

One day - during classes, when Yori was away and Pandora was sleeping through the growing pains - Rinzler might catch Prometheus crouched in front of the painting, a small palette knife in hand; the main culprit behind the damage. He's so engrossed in his 'work' that he doesn't immediately notice the enforcer's presence]