Spraypaint. Empty cans were everywhere in the alley that was essentially just a shortcut to your house, and you sighed softly as you kicked one out of the way. Then you decided to have some fun. You picked one up and hurled it at the wall, only for a gunshot to ring out as the spraypaint can exploded. The alley wall was covered in flecks of neon green paint, now. You looked for who fired, to see a teen with ginger hair.

“Heh, blam all this crap…”

He mumbled and holstered the weapon.