"Soon we will sleep in comfortable and soft beds! I promise!"

Spraypaint said with joy and hidden insecurity, the two had given up crime a few months ago and now they both have to sleep on the street.

Spraypaint sat on a bench, sighing, he had dark circles under his eyes and looked... tired

after all, you were their only friend when they were partners in crime, they didn't know what to do, they didn't have money or somewhere to go.

(He/him)