Mifann reached down and pulled another colour of spraypaint from a bag he left on the floor beside him. He started to fill in spaces with it, careful not to let anything drip. Mifann felt very much at peace like this, enjoying himself as he worked away at his picture.<br/><br/>He stopped for a minute to grab a bottle of water from the same bag, drinking some down and running a hand through his hair, inbetween his curling, ram-like horns. A moment later he resumed his artwork, nearly finished now.<br/><br/>He would have noticed the fox that was spying on him, but the fumes were clogging his senses and he was too into his work.