[For Bay] Taking responsibility

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Daphne didn't know how long the graffiti had been on the compound wall, she didn't get around to the back of the building that often. She hadn't seen it when the compound had been all wild wild west, but today she'd just been wandering around, checking out the garden, then going to visit the chickens, and she'd seen it: the same street art that had been all over Kansas City, the little girl with axes and hammers.

There was only one possible explanation. She knew she hadn't done it, and was pretty sure Wilke hadn't done it, so that narrows it down to one plausible suspect.

She headed directly into their shared room, finding Bay already there, which saved her the trouble of tracking her roommate down. "Hi. We need to talk."

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Bay might not have had the best grades but that didn't take a whole lot of brainwork. Wilke hadn't believed her claim that it just showed up from home and if that didn't work on him, there was no pulling it on Daphne.

"What about it?"

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Okay, fine. So she would have to accuse her. "You did it," she stated, rather than asking. Unless Wilke had some weird connection to the art that the island was trying to exploit, and Bay seemed a far more likely candidtate. She was the artist, after all.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Yeah. So what?" Bay asked. "It's...it's art!"

Not that she thought the argument would carry her far; Daphne's face really resembled Mom's when they talked about street art.

"And it's not like people have complained about it!"

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"It's vandalism," Daphne retorted, frowning. "And how do you know people haven't complained? It's not like they're going to complain to you." She folded her arms, eyeing her.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Well remind me to never ask your opinion on Banksy."

Bay crossed her arms over her chest as well, leveling Daphne's gaze back. "And what? People have been complaining to you? Do they just line up at the bakery sobbing about the illicit street art?"

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Daphne's eyes narrowed. "Of course not. But I'll bet we can find out if anyone has been complaining if we talk to the IPD." She raised her eyebrows at Bay expectantly. "I'll even go with you."

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"You don't have to," Bay replied. She could see in Daphne's eyes that she was doomed no matter what, but hell if Bay was going to come quietly. It wasn't a crime; it was her art and she wasn't going to apologize for it.

"Because I'm not going."

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Daphne sighed, irritated but not really surprised. "...Fine." She stood up and headed for the door. If Bay wouldn't do the right thing, she had no choice but to do it herself. Even if Bay hated her for it.