“ I can't believe you talked me into this. ”
@masuoi
( ... ) and her eyes rolled, those little brown irises swarming in the horizon of her lids as she merely mocked his statement while she was cleaning up the mess they had created. it was a two part crime after all. “are you chickening out now? its already been done.” she was referring to the graffiti on the brick walling, all frugal and colourful. “if you don’t want to sign your name just use some sort of code, like a123. don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” that last line had her snorting too; who did she even have to tell? no one. “i think it turned out pretty nice though, better than my last attempt at block art.”
"Please," he scoffs, glancing at the art - hers was certainly better than his. He leans forward, a nearly depleted can in his grip. "You know all you had to do was bat your pretty eyes and I was game... you know my police buddies will be pissed if they figure out I had anything to do with this."
Actually, they'd probably just give him no end of crap for years. He puts his initials under his 'art' - a very badly done penguin. It was very conspicuous, he didn't care. Graffiti was far below the belt compared to homicide, and it was nice to do something risky that didn't risk his life, more his honor. He smiles, and tosses that last can into her duffel bag.
"What on earth made you want to start tagging things anyway?" he queries, fiddling with slick paint that coated his fingertips from holding the spray nozzle of the can.
