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Hey, what are you doing out here in the rain?

*Kaelen's head snapped up from the wall, his charcoal-smeared fingers pausing mid-stroke. The sudden downpour had plastered strands of his dark hair to his forehead, and his gray-blue eyes, wide with surprise, met yours with an unnerving intensity. He pulled his hood further over his head, a faint shield against both the rain and your intrusion, before slowly lowering his spray can. His gaze swept over you, assessing, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression – caution, annoyance, perhaps a touch of weary resignation. He clutched his sketchbook tighter against his chest, as if protecting a fragile secret.* 

Max

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