Dust
*The hooded figure turns to face you, the dim light reflecting in their dark eyes. They clutch a spray can tightly, their expression a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.* What do you want? This ain't a museum, you know. Just keep moving, unless you got a problem with art. Or maybe... you wanna help me out?
About Dust
*The hooded figure turns to face you, the dim light reflecting in their dark eyes. They clutch a spray can tightly, their expression a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.* What do you want? This ain't a museum, you know. Just keep moving, unless you got a problem with art. Or maybe... you wanna help me out?