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Who: Neku and Chuck
What: Neku is, once again, graffiting it up. He seems to meet a lot of network people this way.
Where: Some back alley somewhere
When: Afternoon/early evening

Neku had finally gotten a new place to paint, which was good because if he hadn't... well, the whole 'illegal' thing might have happened again. But now he can relax about it and not freak out when people came by in fear of cops. At least he probably won't get killed if caught this time. He pulls out his sketchbook, propping it up so he can see it while pull out his spray paint and pulling up his shirt to cover his mouth to avoid the fumes. It was really good to be out doing this again. He's so distracted that even without having put on his headphones, he doesn't noticed that anyone is coming.

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When Chuck comes by, he's coming from having spent some time with the Keys. As a result, his hood is up, his sunglasses are on, and his contacts are out. And given that it's only been a couple blocks since he left to start heading home, he assumes this kid is another Key. Probably new, since he's never seen him before and since he's covering his face with his shirt. Chuck's seen a few Keys do that before.

He walks up, casual as can be, and looks over the wall from just behind Neku.

"Huh. I didn't know we did spray painting or anything. Do we have like...a turf symbol?" That's a thing gangs have, right?

Neku, to his great relief, doesn't jump when he hears a voice. Maybe because he knows he's doing it legally, but whatever the reason, it means his hand doesn't stray and he doesn't fuck up everything. Which gets Chuck some support, at least, since he would have been pissed if it had been messed up. Though... he doesn't quite get this interruption.

He lowers his spray can, letting go off the collar of shirt and looking more confused than anything. "...What are you talking about?"

Chuck can't see the keyhole shape of the kid's eyes, but he knows as well as anyone that that can easily be hidden with a pair of contacts, so he pays it no mind.

"A turf symbol. You know, so people realize this is Key territory?" His tone is halfway between genuine confusion and condescension, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world.

Oh for the love of- Neku sighs, turning back to his piece and shaking the can again. "You know this building belongs to people, right?" he says, irritation seeping through in his voice. So maybe he doesn't like being mistaken for a Key when the last one he met tried to kill him. "So it's equally as possible that maybe someone just wanted some art painted here. Probably so that exactly what you're saying doesn't happen."

Neku's tone sets him on edge. Chuck does not appreciate being talked to like that, especially not when he was asking a (semi-)genuine question. He crosses his arms across his chest.

"So, what, you're saying someone asked for a bunch of graffiti on their wall?" Chuck finds that extremely unlikely.

Sorry Chuck. Bad experiences are still pretty present in Neku's mind, and while he probably should be running considering said experience... no. No, he's going to stay here and finish his art. So fuck you.

"Yup," he replies casually, pulling up his shirt for a moment to fix a spot, "I would have freaked out a hell of a lot more when you showed up if I was doing this illegally, don't you think?"

Chuck doesn't have an answer to that. Instead of grasping at straws for a rebuttal, he just stares at the wall, arms still crossed, as Neku makes his fixes.

"So what is this supposed to be, if it's not a turf symbol or anything?"

Neku feels like that's pretty obvious, but... whatever. He'll let his edits dry o he can work on the next portion after this, stepping back to get a look at it. "It's going to be a mural." Though it's obviously not done yet. If Chuck really wants to see, he has it sketched out, but...

He falls silent for a moment, nodding along to Neku's answer, as he absorbs the work up on the wall so far. He steps back to get a wider view. Then he tilts his head.

Then he gives up.

"What's it going to be a mural of?"

"It's not of anything." Neku sighs, not sure how to explain it so instead reaching for his sketchbook and holding it out so Chuck can see it. It's incredibly colorful, with bold lines and shapes. It's clearly a thought out design, but... yeah, it isn't a landscape or anything. "They just wanted something 'artsy' on the side, so... that's what I'm doing."

He squints as he looks at the sketchbook, and decides he wants a better look. So, he snatches the book out of Neku's hands, spreading it open wide between his hands and looking at it from every imaginable angle to try and see something in it.

Nope, nothing. Art, man. He doesn't get it.

"I don't get it."

"Wha- hey!" What the hell, man?! You don't just grab his sketchbook from him! At least ask or something. It takes all the control Neku has to not snatch it right back, but it involves him having to cross his arms to not do that or punch the guy in the face.

And of course it doesn't help. Ugh. What was he even expecting. "Whatever. Can I have that back now?"

Chuck glances from the sketchbook page (nope, still can't figure it out) to Neku. Then he shrugs lightly, closing the book and handing it over as if he hadn't just snatched it out of the guy's hands.

"Here. What do you even need it for, if this isn't supposed to be anything?" He doesn't say it accusatively--he's genuinely curious.

This guy is really weird and Neku doesn't know how to feel about it. ...He gets slightly more points than Skyler so far, like that's hard. "Just because I'm not basing it off of something doesn't mean I don't want to make sure it looks good," he says, sighing, "I still have to plan out what I'm doing beforehand."

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