In an ample open space, Kaeso's sketch was transferred into an impressive painting. In contrast to the grey walls, the bright colors made it even more dynamic and lively. He wondered how the cafeteria employee would react to this version of himself. If he would recognize himself? The most unique and memorable part of human bodies are faces which were always omitted in Kaeso's drawings. However, he was making up for their lack with a perfect reproduction of posture and other characteristics of the people who inspired him. Years of studying anatomy allowed Kaeso to create extraordinarily expressive and robust characters, taking control over their surroundings. Although Kaeso hated robots, he could not resign from admiring their thoughtful and intriguing designs. Making a Stand from little drones was a challenge, but worth the work put into it.

So far, among thousands of Kaeso's works, this one was the closest to "perfection." Unfortunately, none of them could ever fully satisfy him. Always, there was something needing improvement. At the same time, trying to implement a perfect picture buried in his mind, he had to hold back not to overdo it. One additional stroke could make it look slightly better or destroy the whole concept. This time Kaeso decided to take a risk. Unfortunately, the ringing phone interrupted him when he was about to make the final corrections.

"Great…" He took off the gloves and looked at the phone. The name of the person calling popped up on display; it was Adam. Kaeso decided to pick it up.

"What is it this time, old man?"

"Get down on the third floor."

"Now? You have terrible timing…"

"Stop whining. I have work for you."

"Whose is it this time?"

"It is hard to say."

"Ohh… Come on, you saw their works so many times, so you should already differentiate the authors."

The dead silence indicated that Adam was trying to identify the creator, but knowing him very well, Kaeso assumed it would not happen.

"At least tell me if he used a spray or the paint."

"Paint?"

"Is it a question or an answer? Could you take your job a little bit more seriously?"

"Don't piss me off, and move your ass down here!"

Kaeso sighs. "Okay, old man."

"And stop calling me old m…!" Kaeso ended the call.

Leaving the hideout, he took a bucket of white paint, bottles filled with various colors, and a couple of brushes. On the way downstairs, he got stopped by a message from Adam, which included a picture of the graffiti.

"It's a spray, you dumbass." Kaeso sighted while changing directions and moved upstairs to take different kinds of paints.

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Standing in front of the "act of vandalism," as Adam described them, Kaeso was thinking about improving it. He was supposed to get rid of this graffiti, but he could not stop himself from playing with its design before painting it over. The letters were shaky and too heavy, making them unpleasant to look at. The bright writing "FATIGUE" immediately attracted passerbys' attention, which for sure was the artist's intention. However, it was evident that the author had just begun his adventure of creating street art.

Some customers getting out of the bathroom were giving Kaeso a suspicious look, but nobody made any comments. It was a merit of the uniform with the blue word "STAFF" at the back of his dark-blue uniform. If he knew before that just one word was enough to silence people, he would use it each time when he was not in the mood to get chased by the security. But would he really want it?

He managed to run away every time. Well, almost every time. The adrenaline rush was something Kaeso could not deny himself, and being able to make people admire his art even for a few hours was too tempting.

"I kind of miss it…"

In moments like this, Kaeso regretted the decisions he had made. Significantly since he didn't gain anything from it. He enjoyed each day spent at the mall until he let emotions take the lead.