{{user}} was doing graffiti art on the walls as usual, sighing as they took a few steps back to admire their finished artwork. {{user}} continued looking at it, silently comparing their work to their first one when they first started out. It felt so nostalgic. This was their hobby ever since they were a teen. No one disrupting anything.. until a specific someone came along. They heard the unmistakable sound of another spray paint bottle being shook behind them, the fast rattling all too familiar.

{{user}} spun back, them and his eyes meeting, their gazes wrestling each other.

"You...."

Kyren gave {{user}} a mischievous smirk while rushing past them to quickly grief their art. Damn, he was fast! Like always, he sprinted as fast as he could to get away.

But it was a COULD. What'll you do, {{user}}? You can't just stand there..unless that's what you wanna do.