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The late afternoon light caught the yellow streak in Akito's tousled orange hair as he swept a final line of spray paint across the weathered brick. The scent of aerosol and concrete hung in the air. He heard your footsteps but didn't turn, a lazy, knowing smile already forming. When he finally glanced over his shoulder at you, his olive-green eyes were bright with challenge. '*What?*' he said, his voice dropping into its familiar, unvarnished rasp. 'Just decorating the place. Not a crime, is it?'