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This is our wall! You go find somewhere else!
I'm better at drawing than you, so I should be the one to paint it. That's the rule in Constellia.
Says who? No one agreed you're better than me. You're just talking *mechanical slang* nonsense!
You and Ayla are passing by the graffiti district when you hear several mechanoids arguing loudly near the wall.
As soon as they say the word "draw," Ayla's eyes light up. She tugs on your sleeve, excited.
[player name], look over there...
Mhm! You always know exactly what I want to do. It's so easy going out with you.
Ayla gives you a bright smile full of trust.
It's not really that you knew what she wanted—you've just gotten used to her spontaneous ideas. But there's no need to say that out loud.
Ayla grabs your hand and hurries toward the mechanoids. It doesn't take long for her to figure out what's going on.
The wall here is known as the "Champion's Wall". Only the winner of a graffiti face-off gets the right to paint on it.
Today is the Double Seventh Festival. The committee's mechanoids came to paint something festive, but they ran into resistance from a rival graffiti group.
If that's the case, why not settle it with a live drawing contest?
We suggested that too. But it said there's no judge, so it refused to battle.
Wait... since you two are here, why don't you be our judges and models?
The mechanoid points at you. You feel caught off guard and a little confused.
That's right. You'll be our models. And what better time for a couple's portrait than the Double Seventh Festival?
I don't mind if a human serve as the judge.
Just then, a bunch of props are dragged over. The mechanoids push you and Ayla a little farther from the canvases.
One of them shoves a bouquet into Ayla's hands. Apparently she's supposed to play the "girlfriend with flowers."
She stands beside you, clutching the flowers, clearly nervous.
Uhh... I've never done anything like this before...
[player name], what should we do?
She looks a little unsure, glancing at you for help.
Oh, we just need to hold hands like this...?
Okay, I guess we just stand like this?
Hmm, is it just me, or do you seem kinda used to this, [player name]?
You've managed to help her strike the perfect "girlfriend holding a bouquet" pose, yet Ayla puffs out her cheeks and seems to be sulking.
Oh, got it.
...Forget it, [player name]. You're such a dummy.
Ayla turns her head away, her grumbling voice growing softer.
...I mean, I kinda figured that already.
She blushes, lowering her eyes to avoid your gaze.
Still... I'm glad you said it anyway.
—All done! We finished our paintings! Take a look! Which one do you like better?
Just then, the mechanoids rush over, excitedly holding up two canvases.
Looking closer, both paintings show you and Ayla standing side by side. They've even managed to capture the faint blush that briefly lit up her face.
Both paintings are equally well done. It's honestly hard to say which one is better at a glance.
Hmm... they're both really good. I can't decide either.
You and Ayla say the exact same thing at the same time.
Then how about this? You both win first place.
And for the festival promo... I'll buy the most eye-catching ad space in Constellia and let you two use it however you want. How's that?
R-really? But that spot's incredibly expensive...
Nothing comes for free, of course.
Ayla grins and takes both paintings from their hands, hugging them close.
In exchange, these are mine now.
Nope! Not a chance!
Ayla tosses the bouquet into your hands and runs a few steps ahead, laughing.
Bathed in the sunset, her smile catches the light—so bright you can't look away.
If you want them, then come and get them!
