But it was a shame really, kids misbehaving in the eyes of adults because they were simply not following orders. She was told that they were making a mess of things but from what she could tell, the kids did most of the graffiti on abonded buildings and homes. And the art was not bad, pretty good actually. Sure, a few of them were on actual homes in use, but from the look of them, the graffiti did more good than home in making the home presentable. It was a good decoration if someone would to ask her. The kids just needed some guidance maybe, some attention, and some other way to be able to use their art. Maybe it was some sentiment about being an older sibling herself, but her heart felt for those kids.
Shaking her head with a sigh, Jikan stepped to the inn she was staying in. A slight wave to the bar owner as she cleaning a mug with a rag before placing it under the counter. Walking to the side of her, she tossed the coin onto the counter, giving and receiving a understanding nod that that was for the night's stay before she walked up the wooden steps before continuing further down the hallway to her home four doors down. A jingle of keys and a twist and Jikan was once again in her room.
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