Raising a brow, Moe stayed where she was on the bike, suspiciously watching the boy. 
"If he's gotten himself addicted to some drug..." She muttered, stretching. "I swear I'll be worse than an overprotective mother." Enrique exited the house, climbing back in front of Moe. She dropped the stop as the two drove off, moving to the selected area of troublemaking.

Moe followed her partner in crime, grinning as she pulled her own paints out, shaking a red can. She wasn't one to use stencils, she found them hard for some reason. Not that it mattered, she liked seeing what she could do with what she had. As Enrique stood back from his own vandalism, Moe was halfway done. She had created a snail, simple and dopey looking. She was going to add more detail to the shell, creating a glossy look.
"What do you think?" Moe glanced over, curious as to the other's creation. She grinned, moving back to the wall.
"Beautiful, a masterpiece. Give me a couple more minutes, nearly done. Then we can book it and go from there." She said, shaking a new can of yellow.