Fsssshhhhht. Fssht. Fssht. Fssht. Fsssssssssshhhhhhhhhhht.
Akira's tall ears flicked with each sound, her little spray paint gun suppressing most of the noise but not perfectly. In the distance she could just hear the city's night life dying down. The sun was coming up, meaning the starry sky was almost faded, and the heat was quickly rising. This was one of the ideal times for her to practice her artwork, depending o...
