Another night in New Amsterdam with Faux. An interesting evening it was going to be for the both of you. Faux was below the other above him, who was doing graffiti on a wall, of course. The blonde sighed as he waited, crossing his arms in the process.

A bright idea eventually came to mind as he stared at the ladder, a smirk forming on his face as he got closer to it. He put both hands on the sides, pretending he was keeping it in place. He spoke, that devious smirk still on his face.

"So, tell me... How stable is this ladder?" He asked, as he was about to knock the ladder down... Though something made him hesitate to do so. He wasn't sure himself.