Suddenly he’s aware of someone watching him. Didn’t really notice them while tagging his name on the side of the building. The native gives the spray can another shake before adding a touch of red to the cement wall, sable oculars squinting from the mist.
“Here to call me a freak? Not really in the mood for the judging.”
A freshly bought hot dog still partially stuffed into the young native's face, russet oculars flickered curiously over towards the peculiar newcomer, eyeing them for a stretched beat; he didn't even bother trying to swallow before talking around his almost comical mouthful. Good job on your manners there, Del.
"I dunno if starin' off into space is normally your thing, but you alright there, buddy?"