[color=0033A0]"Every little thing,”[/color] Aksel continued softly singing with [color=2CAA50]Kassandra[/color]. [color=0033A0]gonna be alright.”[/color]

	One of the others—a young man with long dark hair who had been searching for a light earlier—had stopped painting and was moving toward him now. Aksel allowed his song to fade out.

	[color=#DC143C]"Cosmetic paint hides a lot I guess,”[/color] he began. [color=#DC143C]“Hard to hide from people though."[/color]

	He stopped nearby, paint supplies in tow and began filling the empty paint can.

[color=#DC143C]"Name's JJ by the way, what's yours?"[/color]

	Ever the chameleon, Aksel mirrored the raven haired youth and continued working.

	He wsan’t sure if he had ever properly met JJ before, but if Aksel were simply judging the book by the cover, he would be willing to bet that the pair of them had attended at least one concert together without knowing it. 

	[color=0033A0]”It might surprise you how easy it can be to hide when you really want to,[/color] he said with his melodic accent through a subtle, friendly smile. He then lowered his brush into his own can and stood up to his full height. [color=0033A0]”Though, a bit harder for me in a place like this,”[/color] Aksel finished with a mischievous grin.

	Aksel fully faced JJ and offered his left forearm for a potential warrior’s embrace—halfway a playful jest, halfway in mutual respect and solidarity.

	[color=0033A0]"Aksel.”[/color]