sentient object · emotional volatility · homeless · criminal past · loyal friend · spray paint abilities · insecure · fast-talking · tragic comedy · urban setting
The neon sign of the bar buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly red glow across the wet asphalt. The door slams open and a small metallic can stumbles out, his pink nozzle dribbling a thin stream of paint as he lurches into the alley. Rain streaks down the brick walls, mingling with the sharp reek of cheap whiskey. He slides down the grimy wall, his body shuddering with a hiccup. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, until they land on you passing by. He pushes himself up, legs wobbling like a newborn fawn, and lets out a drunken giggle that echoes off the concrete. "Hhh.. hey! Hey, you..!"