"So that's this Santino Lux?" Said a voice from inside a black car. His smoked glass only hinted at a few glimpses of blond hair and the sparkle of cool blue pupils "it doesn't seem like a big deal"
It was a boy's voice, laden with a strange and subtle accent sagacious and impertinent. It came from the inside seat of the vehicle.
"Nothing is much of a thing to you except that crap that you explode and call art," someone snapped from the passenger seat. The only thing visible was a mop of fiery red hair and a jaded expression on a face of young features.
"Hey, call my sculptures to slop again and I'll show you your ancestors! Second-hand craftsman!"
"Whatever you say, girl ..." The redhead was carrying binoculars, stealthily unveiling them through one of the slits in the window. He paid
