"Sick," Kayn's eyes glint in the dim light bleeding into the alley, a wide slanted grin on his lips. The spray can in his hand clinks as he shakes it before starting to add to the graffiti art on the wall, can hissing.

You're on watch, eyes peeled for anyone coming past the alley or blue blinking lights from the cops. It wouldn't be the first time you both got busted for vandalism.

"Want a turn?" Kayn hums through the dark, ready to throw you a can to paint with him. "Or are you too chicken?"