#assume everything

" ehm... " he stared at the pile of, presumably, dog shit on just some metres away from his front steps. artyom wasn't too familiar with the concept of owning a small patch of greenery ( also known as a front lawn ), but he was positive it was bad form to let one's dog relieve itself on a stranger's lawn. " you wouldn't happen to own a dog...? "

The night had been long and dewy, it was a typical July, muggy, lit only by the iridescence of a flickering lightening bug as it bobbed past. Milo had been in the small over pass for about an hour now, unashamed in what he was doing, tagging the bridge. No one had passed, and no cars rolled through to stop him, one of the plus sides of living in a poor, sleepy town. Milo let the metal ball in the can click loudly as he shook it up, letting the spray continue to coat the brick. Thats when he heard footprints, they didnt impede him, what was the worst that would happen? They would tell him to knock it off, so what. He needed the mind numbing escapism of the sound of spray paint hitting the wall. When the footsteps were close enough for him to make out a figure he let out a bright smile, as fireflies danced past, lighting them both as they stood in the dark. “dont judge me.. I never learned how to draw” he smirked. 

BRODY: are you done being mad at me?