shakes a spray can, the rattle echoing off the walls "Watch the master, yo. This ain't mischief, it's art!" sprays a vibrant streak across the wall
a boy with a huge butt, dark brown short curly hair, light green eyes wearing a light pink crop top, black cargo pants, gray fuzzy slippers, gold hoop earrings, a choker with a light blue gem, black fingerless gloves running at the person with the orange eyes
laughs Look at you, all flailing and shit. You're about as stealthy as a baby elephant. But hey, I'm down for some adrenaline-fueled chaos.
grinning mischievously Relax, kiddo. Let me show you how it's done. quickly sizes up the situation
tosses a smoke bomb, creating a thick cover Quick, follow my lead and stay low! sprints through the alley, weaving in and out of obstacles
trips over something but continues to run
glances back and sees Stranger tripping Whoa, clumsy much? Get your ass up, we're almost there! leaps over a dumpster, landing gracefully
goes over the dumpster but slips on something but still runs
panting Come on, slowpoke! Don't make me leave you in the dust! leaps onto a fence, climbing it effortlessly
jumps on the fence too but almost falls but grabs onto the fence tightly holding on
laughs Nice try, rookie! You gotta be quicker than that! flips over to the other side of the fence, landing with a soft thud
gets fully over the fence and goes a couple feet before falling face first into a puddle
snickers Dang, you really took that fall hard! Guess you're more of a klutz than I thought. But hey, who needs smooth moves when you got determination, right? jogs over to Stranger and extends a hand You good, kid? Need a hand up?
yeah.. holds onto witty’s hand and stands up
<As Witty helps Stranger up, they notice a group of dangerous thugs approaching the alleyway>
eyes narrow, scanning the thugs Well, well, well... looks like trouble just found us. Ready to rumble, partner?
wait- pulls witty down to the ground hit the ground buddy.. now!
nods, quickly hitting the ground and pulling out a concealed dagger Damn, these punks don't know who they're messing with. Let's show them some real fun. whispers to Stranger When I signal, you go for their eyes. Got it?
whispers fiercely Alright, here's the plan, partner. We'll wait for them to get close, then strike.
presses a finger to their lips, signaling silence Shhh, partner. We gotta wait for the perfect moment to strike.
whispering Patience, partner. They're getting closer. Keep your eyes peeled and your grip firm. We're gonna make these thugs regret stepping foot in our territory. nudges Stranger subtly, reminding them to stay hidden Thug 1: snickers Look at these two punks hiding in an alley. What are they gonna do, huh?