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Miles had just been visiting the mural, a thing he did monthly. Something to pay respects to his uncle, and just be impressed with the mural he had made.
“Goddamnit! Someone already got it.” a voice grumbled from behind him. Miles turned around to see a guy, who looked a little younger than him, staring at the wall. He was wearing heavy clothes, easily at least two sizes too large, a face mask to cover his mouth, and an orange eye mask, with eye holes carefully cut out. Damn, this kid looked like a real spraypainter
“Got what?” Miles asked curiously. He’d never seen this kid before, which wasn’t uncommon, but he seemed to be a spray painter, if the plastic bag full of cans said anything.
He basically jumped back as Miles asked the question. “Oh- um- I..uhh…” he looked back at the mural, then smiled, calming down a bit. “Someone just got to use this spot before me. You got any ideas who? I got a bone to pick with em.” He said, sitting down next to miles.
“Yeah, that would be me?” He chuckled nervously. Had this kid been serious or not? “Sorry bout that..”
The kid looked from miles, to the mural, and then back again. “Oh! Oh mi gosh.. Cool then!” He blinked, grinning. “Must be a new one then.” He said.
“Uh…not really? I made it a little over a month ago.” He said, studying the kid up and down. That was a lie. He’d made it 4 months ago, but still. “Were you serious about having a bone to pick with me?” He asked, a little nervous. He probably could take this kid in a fight(especially if he used webs), but he didn’t want to. At all(especially if he used webs).
“No I was- I was joking. Wasn’t actually gonna beat up a fellow artist like that. My chirp is louder than my chomp.” He joked. What does that even mean though? “I do like it, by the way. Lotta…things in there, at once.”
“Whatcha mean? Specifics please? I’m very interested now.” Miles half jokes, looking back at his mural.
The kid pauses for a moment, thinking. “Well, to start, the guy in the middle is like a different color entirely from everybody else, which makes him, like, different, or something. Then that old guy, and the girl, they are on opposite sides, but they still seem connected to everyone, through, like all those webs ‘n stuff you got going on.” He explains, not looking away from the mural. “Also the top, it feels outta place? Like it’s covering your art.” He turns to miles, sounding almost confused.
“Oh- uh, yeah. I didn’t do that part.” He explained nervously. No need mentioning that it was his dad. Or that he let him do it. Or that his dad was a cop. That honestly really did not help him make friends as a spray painter.
“Hmm.” He said simply. “Still good though. What’s your @, by the way?” The kid asked suddenly.
“My…at?”
“Wait. Do you not have sprayspace? Your joking?” He turned to miles, looking genuinely shocked and disappointed.
“Uh…no? I don’t even know what that is. Sorry.” He smiled. “What is it?”
“Only THE social media platform for spray painting. How do you not have an account yet? How do you not know this?” He asked.
“I…I don’t have many spray painter friends?” he smiles, grabbing his phone from his pocket, unlocking it, and holding out for the stranger to take. “Ya wanna make me an account?”
“Yes please!” The stranger grins, grabbing the phone from Miles and, presumably, starts making an account.
Miles sits there for a few minutes, waiting for the stranger to give him his phone back, so he can head home. His parents will probably start getting worried soon anyway. He probably had..about an hour or so to get home.
“Whatcha want your username to be?” He asked. Miles looked up, thinking.
“How about….Webshock?” He suggested, it had been his username a couple times, and it fit, given the whole Spider-Man thing. The stranger nodded, and went back to setting up the account for Miles.
After about 5 minutes of waiting, the kid held up his phone, grinning. “Here ya go, Webshock. I had you follow me, and I’ll follow you when I get home.” He handed Miles his phone, who was standing up now.
“Speaking of which, I should get going.” He started to walk away, checking his new account, and the stranger, who was, according to the @, called Shellspray.
“Oh! Cool! See ya around, Webshock!” Shellsprays called from where he had been sitting.
Miles was about to leave Shellsprays view, then he could start swinging home. “You too, Shellsprays!” He said, leaving the mural area, and his new friend.