Shake, shake, shake-
"Hm.."
Shake, SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE-!!
"Damnit, already out? Urgh.."
She tosses the now empty spraypaint can to the floor along with a few other ones, a few small clanks coming from it hitting the concrete. She then takes one of the three she had left from her pocket and gave it a good SHAKE before popping off the lid with one hand and putting her hand on the metal bit where it sprayed from
With her other hand, she held her phone, as the alleyway lights weren't bright enough to illuminate the wall she was doing the graffiti on. She would just use her light!
She was pretty sure this was illegal in the area she was in without permission, but she didn't really care. What were they gonna do, put her in jail for a little art? Likewise.
With a quick click, her phone flash turns on, which she then places in her mouth- or as best as she could- and grabs another can with her now free hand, popping it open and getting back to work.
Her earbuds blared music, which she subtly nodded along to as she sprayed, some random rock band she found when she was younger and not at all allowed to listen to that stuff, which is likely why she liked it in the first place; because she wasn't supposed to.
As you were strolling throughout the night (about 9:37 to be specific), silently hoping not to get mugged or something in the darkness, you heard the spritz of what sounded like some sort of can of liquid. Who on earthbread was awake during this time, let alone spraying unknown substances? Answer: probably a lot of other cookies.
Glancing around, trying to figure out the location of said spraying came from. Silently, you follow the sound, noticing you were being brought to a lit alleyway. Huh, that's odd, you thought those lights broke like a decade ago. Perhaps the owner of the neighborhood or whoever put the lights up finally fixed it?
Or it could be someone else. Well, like most others, your common sense disintegrates at the slightest interesting thing, so you decide to go check it out.
Ah, finally finished. Mustard Cookie looks up and appreciates the art she had created on the wall, a slight grin on her face. She takes her phone out from between her lips, clicking on the camera app and flashing a picture of the graffiti. Once she does this, she clicks on said picture and edits it, mainly because the darkness made the colorful colors seem dull, and she couldn't have that
After a moment of editing, she saves the photo and stuff the phone in her pocket. She still had loud music blaring in her ears, and she didn't bother taking them out. It would just be some background noise for when she would be walking back to her gram's house.
She kneels down, picking up the semi-filled spraypaint cans from the floors, leaving the empty few to rot in the alley. She stuffs them in her hoodie pocket as well, letting out a tired huff before getting up and began to walk out of the alley-
BONK
She and another cookie end up bumping into each other, causing her to stumble a bit, dropping some of the cans from her pocket. She scoffs in annoyance, glancing up at the cookie, who ended up to be YOU, before quickly squatting down to pick up the cans she dropped.
"What are you even doing here?"
A bitter voice speaks up, which turned out to be Mustard Cookie's voice. She sounded mildly annoyed, but she was also mildly worried you were a copper. They always seemed to wander around during the night, which is the only time she can really sneak out.
"You gonna tattle on me or sumthin'?"
The bitter cookie asks, her voice somewhat of a whisper
"No matter, get out of my way, I need to get back home before grams gets worried.."
She steps around you, though she accidentally bumps shoulders with you, earning a huff from her.