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Hard at Work (Narrative)
The City was slowly recovering from the stormy nights, but in the midst of the hustle and bustle of repairs and healing there was still more destruction to be had.
Not that it was that much, but as Rufio discarded the last of his spraypaint cans he couldn't help but be satisfied with his work.
( He took out a pocket knife, carving his name into the lower corner of the most recently defaced poster, making sure that this ugly old blonde man knew exactly who had flown throughout the City and wrecked or painted over every poster he could find. )
Not that it was that much, but as Rufio discarded the last of his spraypaint cans he couldn't help but be satisfied with his work.
( He took out a pocket knife, carving his name into the lower corner of the most recently defaced poster, making sure that this ugly old blonde man knew exactly who had flown throughout the City and wrecked or painted over every poster he could find. )