Chapter 17

Faline

What was up with Apollo letting him into places he was not allowed to be in. "Come on, just be quiet." He mumbled softly, opening the door to his shared apartment. He quietly walked in, his heels clicking quietly on the wooden floors. "I am wondering which she will be madder at Thinking I'm a girl or a boy."

Apollo rolls his eyes, walking into the kitchen, Faline following. Faline had spent most of the day working on different contracts with different gangs, but he promised Apollo and himself that he would go and have fun tonight, so that's exactly what they're doing. Plus, after their sweet not-date, Faline needs to have something crazy in his life.

He walked to the fridge, grabbing a pint of ice cream. Apollo turns to look at him, a small smirk on his face. "That's Tori's." The pink-haired boy shrugged. He got a spoon from the sink and opened it. "When have I ever cared about something like that." Apollo chuckled softly, rolling his eyes.

They already had dinner, but Faline persuaded Apollo to do something fun, something illegal. Which went about as well as most might think. "So I have spray paint in my bag-"

"No."

"Oh come on what's the worst that could happen."

"Faline…."

"Yes, dear?"

"We're not doing that."

Faline was not happy one bit, but he knew if he kept bringing it up, Apollo would have to take it. It's not peer pressure, just common and fun advice. At least, that's what Faline keeps saying to himself.

The gang leader scooped a spoonful of ice cream, twirling the spoon so it was facing Apollo. "Eat it." He said simply. Apollo looked at him hesitantly leaning forward to take a bite of the ice cream. But instead, Faline moved it away just in time, replacing it with his mouth. He smirked softly at the kiss, pulling him closer.

Apollo held onto his waist, making him take slow steps back until his feet were to the cabinet. Apollo leaned back, looking into Faline's eyes. He smirked. "I wanted the ice cream." Wow, rude. "And I wanted you. Guess we both can't be happy, hm?" Apollo smirked. He lifted Faline's chin, making the younger boy look into his eyes. His childlike, pure eyes.

"Who said I wasn't hap-'' Before he could say anymore, Faline stuck the cold spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "Let's head out before she hears us." He whispered, sliding the spoon out of Apollo's mouth, only to stick it in his. Apollo shook his head, following Faline out the door.

It was dark, the street lamps being the only thing lighting the area. He smiled as he walked around to the passenger seat. "Come on, you're driving!" Faline said happily, hopping into the car. He leaned over, clicking the door open for Apollo. "Let's go." He said happily.

He watched as Apollo got into the car, starting the gas run vehicle. "We'll draw some graffiti, but only in alleys." Faline cheered, clapping his hands excitedly. He took another bite of the ice cream. Maybe he wouldn't be so mad after all. He glanced at his watch. 12:24. Just five more hours and Apollo would be fine.

Apollo

The duo drove past different venues that were only open during the night until Faline saw an open alleyway. "There!" He said, pointing to one. Apollo looked over and nodded, it would be good. He drove to that side of the road, parking his car inside the alley. Both got out, though Apollo went to the back seat. He got out three different cans of spray paint; one red, one pink, and one blue. He passed the pink one to Faline.

Apollo was decent at art. He wanted to become an artist before a police officer and was excepted into art school, but he never thought anything of it. He leaned on the opposite wall, watching Faline shake the pink can. He first outlined a shape Apollo recognized. He laughed.

The iconic Kitty Gang paw print. He silently watched Faline, before pushing himself off the wall. He wanted to do something too. He Kept the blue spray paint. He shook the can up, hearing the small bead shaking inside the metal can, before beginning to spray. They only had a limited amount of colors, so he had to be resourceful.

He turned to Faline. "You wouldn't happen to have your gun on you?" He glances at Apollo, before nodding his head. "I do, I always do. Why?" Apollo stepped back from the painting. It was just an outline of a small gun. "I wanna paint its design." Faline stops spraying entirely to look at him for a second.

"Ok." He mumbles, reaching under his jacket and handing him a decorated gun. It was pink and white, which was different than the one he normally sees Faline having. It was almost Hello Kitty themed, with the different flowers. However, on the bottom of the heavy gun, Apollo saw the signature, FKG. He assumed it meant Faline Kitty Gang. He sighed, glancing once more at the weapon before continuing to draw it.

At a certain point, he heard Faline sigh, stepping back from the graffitied wall. "Jeez, my arm hurts." Apollo stops a line he was drawing to laugh. "Yeah, it can get tiring." He steps back as well. He walks back to the other wall and pointed to Faline's work. He seemed so thought out, without trying to be. It was mostly making a mockery of other gangs.

"Yours looks amazing, you should be an artist." Apollo looks back at his. It was a drawing of the gun, with the letters FKG on the side. He could see in his peripheral Faline grabbing his phone, taking a picture. "Our artist will love this." He smiles, looking back at the picture now on his phone.

"You have an artist to make the designs." He nods softly, zooming in and out of the photo. "Why do you even decorate your weapons anyways?" Faline sighs, shrugging his shoulders. "So everyone knows it's ours. If we leave a gun on a crime scene, it's always on purpose. TO let whoever finds it and go, 'yep, the Kitty Gang did this.'" He hummed. It made sense.

"So, Faline. This is your night, where to next?" Faline stayed quiet for a moment, looking up at the skies. "You wanna break into the garden?"