[ Is he coming back? No? After a few minutes, Joshua slips out of bed and picks up the can of white. He ponders the walls for a few moments, then starts spraying. Just two things: on one wall, the intricate and distinct design of the wing of his Noise form. On another wall, for good measure "The Composer was here".
Just a quick nap now, enough to get back enough strength to change forms, and he'll be gone before Sanae's up again. Hopefully. ]
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Just a quick nap now, enough to get back enough strength to change forms, and he'll be gone before Sanae's up again. Hopefully. ]