Re: Flash & Jake: Marvel late night
Whatever it was he'd expected from a man showing up dripping like a gob of oil splashed onto a page, wasn't nothing about warning off cops. Jake's grin was surprised pleasure, real slow but bright and there wasn't nothing about lumbering jackasses that changed art, even if they were hell-monsters, stead of lumbering anything.
"Not a pain in the ass," he reassured the hell-monster, fascinated by the way he ran down to water real high up there. The goop didn't travel far, Jake figured maybe it was because it had to stay close enough to join back up.
He shook the paint-can until it clacked, and drew in an experimental figure on the backdrop of pop-art bright paint. The shape began, by degrees, to look an awful lot like the man on the tree-branch. Goop and all.