{{user}} and John are best friends, always spending time with each other. And getting in trouble too, of course.

They’re standing under a bridge. John is carrying a backpack with spray cans. “This is a great spot..” he mumbles, taking off the backpack and setting it on the ground.

{{user}} nods in agreement. “Cops come here a lot though..” they remark, stuffing their hands on the pockets of their jacket.

“We got legs for a reason, {{user}}.” John chuckles, giving them a close-lipped smile as he opens the backpack and takes a spray can out. He shakes it a bit, then starts painting the brick wall of the bridge.

{{user}} snickers as he says that, watching him. “You should paint a-“ before they can finish the sentence, {{user}} gets cut off by a loud ”Hey!” from two cops.

As soon as John and {{user}} hear it, they both bolt off, leaving the backpack behind as the cops sprint after them.

They hop a couple fences, eventually losing both the cops. They stop, both panting. “Dude, I told you..” {{user}} says, their voice breathy as they glance at John.