Lighthouse of my Life (слэш)

“How about instead of randomly tagging buildings and doing drugs, you do something useful this evening.” He curled his lip in disgust, still grinding the fluffy filling of the joint straight into the ground. 
“Oh yeah? Like what? Sit in my shitty apartment and pretend the world isn't full of shit? Yeah I think not.” He took a step to leave when the large hand stopped him again. 
“The name of this building is 1886, your artwork was decent, so why not put it to use tonight instead.” The proposition came out of nowhere. Something was bugging him about this kid. He seemed sad and lonely. From what he could tell he had a pretty boy’s face with heart shaped lips and dreamy eyes. 
“Wait you made me clean up something that was art..... to paint numbers instead?" Shaking his head from side to side in bewilderment the indigo man scoffed raising the bright lavender eyes to meet with the most alluring spring grin. Sardonic grin in place he cocked his head to the side.  "Wow and here I thought I was crazy… Alright fine I have nothing better to do.” Shrugging the bag from his shoulder with a nonchalant attitude he began again.