GRAFFITI, m. tate

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"Just so you know, if you get arrested, I'm not helping you," Malia grumbled following her girlfriend into an alley. Davina smiled, shaking a can of spray paint.

"Yes you will," she said simply. Malia rolled her eyes playfully, taking a seat on the ground. She watched Davina spray paint a mural, completely entranced in her art.

"What are you even painting?" Malia asked, trying to get a good look at Davina's project. She had been working on it for days now, and she refused to reveal what it was until she finished. Davina grinned, stepping back from the wall.

Malia gasped, standing up. "Is that-"

Davina nodded. "Yeah. I painted us."

Malia's eyes scanned the mural, smiling at her girlfriend. "Babe, it's gorgeous," she whispered. The mural was an image of Diana, soaking in the moonlight, a coyote by her side.

"God, I love you," the werecoyote said, admiring her girlfriend. Diana blushed as she stepped into Malia's arms, digging her face into her shoulder.

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