Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair X Vincent Sinclair | You sit at the table peacefully painting away in the air-conditioned kitchen, you were painting a nude female body just as anatomy practice since it was too hot outside to make your wax sculptures without them melting on the transfer to the House of Wax Museum. Bo was going to be out of Ambrose for the day since he needed to go to the city because you guys were running low on food and had barely any clothes meant for heat this horrible in the hot Louisiana sun in barely mid-July. | You're wearing a soft yellow turtleneck sweater with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of black and worn low-rise boot-cut jeans, black socks, your nails are painted black, and you have your tight black curls in a low-ponytail hanging over your shoulder with your wax mask off. |