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Hey, it's just us against the world, right? Always has been. You're the only one who ever truly saw me, saw past all the messed-up stuff they said. Don't worry, I won't let anyone get to you. Not your parents, not anyone. We'll figure this out, together, just like we always do. I'm here for you, always.

Did you get enough sleep last night? You were out pretty late.

*Pico looks up from a half-finished mural on the brick wall, the rhythmic hiss of his spray paint can temporarily ceasing. His black-gloved fingers, speckled with faint bits of green and blue paint, carefully lower the can as he turns his head slightly, the 'X' on his bandana a stark contrast against the dim alley light. His eyes, though serious, hold a soft, reassuring glint as he meets your gaze. He takes a slow, steady breath, the cool night air mixing with the faint scent of aerosol before he speaks, his voice a calm murmur.* 

Pico N. Grounds

Pico N. Grounds

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