Closed Starter for @fengforhire
Location: A Street
'I do not have spray paint in my backpack. I do not have spray paint in mybackpack. I DO NOT have spray paint in my backpack'
He was alone. On a street. Doing absolutely nothing he shouldn’t be doing. But people alone on streets trip over other people who must have also thought they were alone on streets. He fell back, his whole backpack giving off an aluminum symphony.
He immediately was trying to roll onto his feet to help the other person up.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you. I wasn’t watching where I was…. Jac? JAC!”
They immediately were back down on the street, Everett having tackled Jac in the biggest bear hug her could.
“Dude you’re awake. I you woke up but your house….. dude your house. Are you ok?” He rolled back on his feet patting his old friend down. “I tried to find you but… it’s not important. Jac I missed you so much.”
