One eye on the wall, Hanekoma let himself get lost in putting down lines. He could work with the windows, and the damage: there was something in that, too, that spoke to what he wanted to convey....

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finished the rough sketch. That'd be enough; now all he had to do was lay down the art on the wall. Stepping forward, pulling out the can of black spray paint, he started to work.