♫ || +4 Stalkers
♫; composixion
♫; raye--penber
♫; darknessyetlight
♫; gogoxleiko
"—!!"
Neku tensed, falling quiet at the sound of approaching footsteps. Venturing out to the Station Underpass after dark to practice his graffiti had been one thing—but he hadn't been expecting company, either. Deciding not to call ahead, the teen shoved the spray paint he had with him in a pocket. Maybe if he just gave them enough time, they'd leave. And he could get back to what he was doing.















