mcgraffiti
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Shit. He’d done it again. Rei cursed at himself once again for not getting the human-shift quite right. He was always too transparent or too loud or too…not human-looking. This time it was the shoes. He’d tried so hard today to even put shoes on. Damn these stupid things.
“Ah…nope. Was just…going for a walk, y’know. Happened to stumble upon your little picture. Pretty cool, albeit a li’l…uh…neon.”
Rei could see the frustration not budging from the graffiti artists’ face. He always seemed to rub people up the wrong way.
“Not that there’s anything bad with neon green! Uh…quite cool, really. I just…uh…” he fumbled with the unironed white tshirt he seemed to own a tonne of. “I can’t shift into colours so everything bright is…so cool.”
He realised his incessant muttering was probably only adding fuel to the fire, at this point.
“Sorry…I can see you’re busy…I’ll just be on my way…”
Aw. Now she felt kinda bad for getting mad at this... Huh. What was this kid? He looked weird. “It’s not a picture,” she replied, turning back to her failed masterpiece. “It’s magic. Have you never seen a sigil before?” That was odd. Even outside of covens and witch communities, sigils were pretty easy to spot. The specifics were personal, each witch with their own style, but the general idea was obvious. Weird lines, circles, the whole shebang.
Joly laughed aloud at the color critique, tossing the paintcan between her hands. “It is really neon, huh? I wonder how many times it’ll get spotted and removed before they figure out that I’m just gonna keep doin’ em.” Campus security would be far better off if they had security tapes to catch her in the act, and they’d also be better off with some stronger firewalls on their system. It hadn’t taken her even five minutes to turn the feed around McMillan to black. Most the people inside the dorm didn’t care - who was gonna turn down magical help?
“No, no, come back! If you’ve never seen a sigil before...” She trailed off, grabbing one of her phones and checking on the camera status. “Help me find a spot for this one’s replacement, and I’ll let you watch!” The phone was slipped back into a pocket, and her gaze returned to the tall weirdo. She stuck out a paint-stained hand, a bright grin on her face. “I’m Joly. What’s your name?”
