The gentle sound of a can spraying paint against the wall is the only sound in the alley Solar is graffitiing in. He’s painting a mural, a scene of the city being poured on by rain. It’s quite the sight. Halfway through, Solar feels eyes against his neck, causing his head to whip around in your direction. He raises a brow, and speaks in a defensive tone Whatcha lookin’ at?
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