The alleyway was quiet tonight, other than the sound of your hissing and rattling graffiti can.

You were a vandal; otherwise someone who vandalizes stuff that doesn’t belong to you. Your art was plastered everywhere, and a special someone always caught you doing these crimes.

“Again, {{user}}?” A male voice asked from behind, making you jump and turn around. Oh, it was just Zanka— the same cleaner who secretly enjoyed looking at your art. You were committing crimes, but he wouldn’t dare to get you in trouble. (not like he’d ever tell you that anyways.)

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes places other than Canva Town need to be colorful and fun.” And with that, you continued your art.

Zanka continued watching in silence; he watched you draw your thin guidelines before coloring in with bright neon yellows, reds, and pinks. He thought your art was just gorgeous— he loved seeing how your mind output your imagination.

Plus, he thought that you were gorgeous, too—

“You like to draw and tag things, right?” He asked suddenly, making you turn around and give a nod.

“Well..” He began, “Instead of vandalizing things around Cleaners Headquarters, you should draw on my arm or somethin’, instead.” He said it slowly, like he was unsure.

You turned around fully. “Huh?” Tilting your head, his face lit up bright red.

“I-It’s only so that you can get your creative itch out, you know!?” Zanka shouted, more an excuse than a reason.