[It's been very peaceful and he'd like it to stay that way, thank you. Although he has this ever looming concern that it might not stay so secret forever. Until then, he's going to try to have his fun. Not like he's made anything substantially questionable just yet. Surely a hobbyist building a couple small knives and tongs isn't a threat to public safety... Surely.
Still, he would be remiss in not making an effort to survey the surrounding area to ensure as much of his shop remains secret as possible. From potential looters and the authorities both. It was a good idea to explore and get a feel for some of the culture of the area anyway. There was more than one way to figure out how somewhere was run, and graffiti could give an interesting look into underlying sentiments that people weren't willing to say aloud.
Sentiments such as those displayed by the rather eye-catching wall painting he had just meandered past, in fact. Impossible to miss with those brilliant colors, it only took him a few moments to realize the heart in the middle. The Heart, surrounded by faces, what could it all mean? He felt it pretty obvious this had something to do with the terrorist organization that bombed the parade and sent out those cryptic messages, beyond that he had nothing.
Except unwanted company. Deciding against offering any information he didn't have to he decided playing stupid might be the way to go for the moment.]
Ain't nobody you need to worry about. Just a guy walkin' his dog.
[Which, indeed, he did have the odd creature at his heel. Still, he moved to block the animal safely behind one leg while he stared after the stranger in question, squinting into the light cast by his flashlight.]
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Still, he would be remiss in not making an effort to survey the surrounding area to ensure as much of his shop remains secret as possible. From potential looters and the authorities both. It was a good idea to explore and get a feel for some of the culture of the area anyway. There was more than one way to figure out how somewhere was run, and graffiti could give an interesting look into underlying sentiments that people weren't willing to say aloud.
Sentiments such as those displayed by the rather eye-catching wall painting he had just meandered past, in fact. Impossible to miss with those brilliant colors, it only took him a few moments to realize the heart in the middle. The Heart, surrounded by faces, what could it all mean? He felt it pretty obvious this had something to do with the terrorist organization that bombed the parade and sent out those cryptic messages, beyond that he had nothing.
Except unwanted company. Deciding against offering any information he didn't have to he decided playing stupid might be the way to go for the moment.]
Ain't nobody you need to worry about. Just a guy walkin' his dog.
[Which, indeed, he did have the odd creature at his heel. Still, he moved to block the animal safely behind one leg while he stared after the stranger in question, squinting into the light cast by his flashlight.]