[center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #COLORHERE]「 raph—ael 」
Raph wasn't a professional, nor had he ever touched a paintbrush before. But there he was cracking open a can of periwinkle pink paint to slather his room. Pushing the on button on his stereo, he would turn it up ever so slightly, just to make his neighbors suffer. He laughed, dipping a tan paw into the thick goo. Splattering his walls.
You could tell just by looking at the cans that they were all different colors, he wanted something interesting for once. A conversation piece.
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