[color=00a651][center][h1]Taibushi Modobo[/h1][/center][/color]

[color=0054a6]"I would say so. It's good to have people you can rely on, especially for us."[/color]

Taibushi looked over his shoulder, startled by the voice behind him. He had been certain he was alone up there, but there was the kunoichi from earlier. She sat on the ledge a small distance away.

[color=0054a6]"I like that technique. It's quite a nice take on street art."[/color]

[b][color=00a651]"Oh.... Thank you. Um, I'm really sorry, but it would appear I don't know who you are. I'm Taibushi Modobo, and as for this,"[/color][/b] he said gesturing over his work, [b][color=00a651]"I do things like this a lot, though not as grand, in scale or quality. I enjoy the arts, and I help my father with his performances often by doing things like this. Though I've never been on stage myself, no much social anxiety. Hell, I can't even look at you while I'm saying this, otherwise I'll stutter and tumble over my own words like a fool."[/color][/b] He finished with a light smile on his face. Not much, but progress was progress, and he could be proud of that.