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A bustling downtown area unfolds before your character. It's loud and bright and beautiful, with tall buildings, busy shops and so many people. It makes the small city seem quite big.

Aspen, walking down the busy street, had a black backpack stained with spray paint slung over his shoulder. A can of it peeked out, bright red.

"Whoa!" A few cans of spray paint fell out of his bag as he stumbled, windmilling. He quickly scooped them back into the bag, slightly embarrassed.

"Nah, I'm fine. You?" He brushed himself up, spray cans clattering.

"OH, nothing," Aspen was obviously hiding what he was actually doing, meaning one thing: graffiti.

"Look, it's all gonna be at home," Obvious lie. He didn't have parents, he lived in the dorms.

"Aspen," He gave a firm handshake, careful not to stab her with a spiked bracelet.

"Good to meetcha too," His voice seemed gruff, but maybe it was just gravelly.

He shoved a hand in his pocket, thinking of something to say. "So... what're you doin' in town?"

He hissed a bit at this. "Ah..."

"Not a fan of romance novels. They're so... gooey, and unrealistic. If someone kept getting unsigned notes, I doubt they'd fall in love. Actually, they'd probably call the police,"

"I would. Reality has some good stories, like a man trying to barbecue his neighbors, whom he thought were child molesters," His eyes were wild, and he was gesturing while he spoke.

Aspen shrugged, "Your loss."

"To some, those with good taste, at least,"

"You heard it," (He's not trying to be rude, I swear, he's just blunt af)

"What'd I do?" It was a genuine question, addressed to nobody.

He slipped into a nearby alleyway, taking out the cans of spray paint and starting a piece. She'd be a fun subject...

He squeaked, almost feminine, grabbing his bag and bolting. The piece was finished, a perfect portrait of her.

Aspen was leaning against the wall at the end of the alleyway, panting.

He saw that London had looked at the piece and, louder than intended, said (or more shouted,) "Oh, shit," and ran towards the dorms.

(he's in the newly made common rooms now, if you wanna follow)

the principal shifted the bag on his shoulder, taking a deep, relaxed breath.

She smiled, following.

"Well... nice day, huh?"

Yeah.

"Well, do you see anything you want to do?"

Hmm, I don’t know..
She looked around.

"Take your time."

What about.. ice cream!

"Alright."
He flipped through to make sure he had enough on hand before pushing open the door to an ice cream parlor.

She smiled, following.

Yay!

He let out a soft laugh.

She smiled.

"Alright, what flavor do you want?"

Strawberry!

"Okay then,"
He ended up getting two strawberry cones, a soft smile curling at the corners of his lips.

She jumped up and down, smiling.

Thanks!
Oh- sorry if I’m- too excited, I never got to experience this.

"Hey, don't worry about it, just enjoy the day,"
He handed over one of the cones.

She took it carefully, and starting eating.

Ok!

He smiled again.

She smiled.

"Is it good?"

Yes!

"Good, I'm glad,"
He took a lick of his own.

She smiled.

Dad, your the best.

"Aww, thanks..."

No problem!

"Well, is there something else you'd like to do after this?"