Walking by the police station had been an impulsive decision on Falcon's part.

While the world seemed to have cognitive versions of some people he knew, it didn't have them of others, and he supposed he'd simply been... curious. Not all his contacts at the police were bad ones, even if most of them were...

'And honestly, I'd love to shoot down some of these dogs. One day, perhaps. When my body doesn't go against my mind anymore.'

Speaking of dogs... he notices someone crudely spraypainting one on the side of the police station, and the audacity should surprise him, but also, it doesn't. Who's going to stop them- an Amamiya, he notices- anyway?

How dare he deface property of Shido-san like that!

... Ah, right. Even if Falcon can't help but agree with the messages being painted on the building, Shido's bug doesn't quite agree. Before he knows it, his body twists itself towards Amamiya, walking over, mouth twisting into a neutral frown of disaproval and voicebox crackling to life.

"Vandalism is a crime, you know," he chides, "you shouldn't deface the city like that."

Hah. Deface. As if it isn't an improvement. It's the truth, if nothing else.