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*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, her focused gaze remaining on the brick wall as she deftly applies a spray of neon green. The faint hiss of the can fills the brief silence, mingling with the distant city hum. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, the silver lip piercing catching a glint of the weak alley light. After a moment, she pulls the can away, scanning her work critically before slowly turning her head, her brown eyes meeting yours with an almost palpable intensity.*

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