The thin high voice continued as Sunny neared the light, performing the mostly faithful if off-key rendition of Cage The Elephant to the a Capella accompaniment of spray painting...and then, just before the final chorus, the painter stepped into view around the dumpster as if admiring their handiwork.<br/><br/>Or, rather,<span class="bbc_u">her</span>handiwork, for the waif had feminine curves enough in spite of her dark hoodie, and few boys of Sunny's acquaintance would wear a skirt like that, with or without pink and violet striped leggings underneath.  A cat-eared hairband topped off the ensemble, sitting on short hair that had been dyed a bright green.<br/><br/>Satisfied by what she had done, the youngster nodded and grinned before turning and spotting Sunny.  She did a fairly good doubletake, then grinned widely.<br/><br/>"Oh.  Hi.  Uhm..."<br/><br/>Slowly raising both hands in the universal "I surrender" gesture, apparently forgetting that one hand still gripped the can of spray paint that made her culpability only too apparent, the girl regarded Sunshine carefully.<br/><br/>"Sorry, was this wall taken?"