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<span class="mu-s">(EXTRA EVENT: I vandalize things. For freedom.)</span>
The incessant sounds of spraying. The noxious fumes filling her nostrils. Catastrovania Strifaust Morituros IX winced, turned towards the open window of her living and away from her computer and its blue radiance.
"Nyehhh..."
She stood up and swiftly stepped over, intending to slam it shut and block out that abhorrent whiff, but that's when she noticed the source of it. She peeked out of her window, squinting. Right there, on the roof just below the level of her apartment on the rise that stood at the top, there was a man, one of those olive green clad jackboots, standing on the stairwell. What was it again? "Asthma" or something? Whatever they called the soldiers.
"Huh? What the-"
He was... spraying graffiti on the Therian building rise with an assortment of cans of spray paint of many colors, surrounded by cats.
"H... Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She yelled.
He flinched, looking around until he panned up towards her. "Oh. Uh, hi." he stammered out.
"Who said you could go around spraying that junk all over the place and stinking it up?!"
He shrugged. "Well, nobody said I couldn't. Plus, I think the cats like the way it looks."
"Who even <span class="mu-i">are</span> you?!"
"..I'm... I'm Jake. From propaganda team."
"..."
"It's uh, it's under the Intelligence Department. Some of us are transfers from Rapid Response Team. We report to GOA."
"...?"
"Giles Osman Aken. You know, the team lead."
Oh yeah, there was a guy named that, technically one of the people she was in charge of...
"Wait a second, why are they transferring jarheads like you into <span class="mu-i">my</span> department?"
"Uh, GOA wanted people with artistic talent so I applied because it's uh, it's less bullets flying at me. Iunno, I like graffiti. They just ask me to spray graffiti that makes us look good on buildings."
"Then why are you spraying HERE!?"
"I like this place. I like the cats a lot." He admitted, stroking one that wouldn't leave his arm with the back of his glove; "Iunno I just really like the cats and I like the graffiti so I just, yeah I just thought I'd just you know, just put some more color in here you know. Just put some graffiti on some of the walls."
"..."
"Uh, some of my dudes, they call me "Spray Guy", cuz I like, I always have cans of spray paint on me." He said, his speech wandering even more. "Iunno I-I think, I think it's cool. Like, if I ever got into a fight with a Samurai, I could just like, I spray their eyes, so they can't see."
"..."
"To stab me."
"There is a man who wants to spray my eyes with paint?"
"No Summers, g-go back to the Kotatsu, I've got this."
Oh no, he's spraying again.
"Cut that out!"
"I just, I just thought you know, I'd just... yeah. Just make it look cool."
He's spraying a bunch of Lucky Cat caricatures on the building - "I think it looks good. Does it looks cool? Am <span class="mu-i">I</span> cool? I think I am. Am I cool?"
>No.
>Maybe.
>Yeah.
>Y-You too.
>Kuso.
>BAKA!
>(Write in.)
