Meet Mr Young Subject: A faud is in town! Where: Out in the streets of London, afternoon Warnings: TBC Open To: aaaanyone (more than one person can reply, so feel free to thread!)
Callum was never one to wait around in a pub when things got a little tired and bored - and that was a frequent occurance at four in the afternoon. Though "Antony" might have disapproved of his employee wandering the streets when he was feeling slightly inebriated Callum saw no harm in it. It wasn't as if he was going to run around and throw paint at random people and Antony certainly didn't need to know of his escapades on the side.
Striding around and smiling at a few familiar faces who walked by, the familiar thought of "I love this" popped into his head and he beamed even wider at the ones who looked rather displeased to see him. Mr Young, the infamous Scottish painter of saucy pics. If only they knew; Callum couldn't even draw stick men, let alone the masterpieces the Earl frequently finished.
Tripping over someone else's feet, Callum managed to steady himself and swung around rather flamboyantly yet with a graceful and earnest, "I'm so very sorry," as if they were the most important person in the world, a knack which came naturally to him.