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Sky tugged at the collar of his jumpsuit, and flashed Henry a grin. [color=pink]“Please. If the fashion police were real, they’d have locked me up years ago. No, babe, I got nicked for borrowing a coat. A gorgeous coat, mind you. The judge called it shoplifting, I called it content creation. Tomato, tomahto.”[/color]

He leaned in just enough for Henry to catch the sharp glint in his eye. [color=pink]“Honestly, if my TikTok had gone viral like I planned, I’d be a pioneer. Instead? Six months with you lot and this crime against fabric.”[/color]

He gave a dramatic sigh, then added with a smirk, [color=pink]“Still, could be worse. At least I’ve got someone pretty to suffer with.”[/color]

Sky stared at the can of white paint like Tony had just handed him a dead rat. [color=pink]“This is [i]offensive[/i],”[/color] he declared, holding the can between two fingers like it might stain his soul. [color=pink]“White? Really? We couldn’t paint the benches something a little more fun? Like pink maybe? This place is supposed to inspire joy. Not… boredom.”[/color]

He clicked his tongue and sighed again. [color=pink]“Ugh. Fine…”[/color] He dipped the brush like it was beneath him, muttering, [color=pink]“I was born to create… not to color inside the lines.”[/color]