Leo groaned with effort as he bent a thick signpost straight. It wasn't particularly hard for him, it was just difficult to get the right grip. Some kid experimenting with his powers had knocked it so hard it had nearly been at a right angle and crouching low enough was challenging for a guy as huge as Leo.
"Good job, kid. You made that look easy," said Aaron, the supervisor for the work crew he was assigned to help out. He was old enough to be the big guy's dad, maybe even his grandfather. But the man knew how to use every tool at his disposal to get the job done properly, including his subordinates.
"Thanks. I gotta say, I don't hate having this strength," Leo responded with what passed for a smiling smirk. He straightened his work clothes. "So, what next?"
"Think you can handle the power washer? Those damn punks tagged another building."
Leo groaned. "Again? Yeah, I got it."
"Good man. Let me show you where."
After laboriously scrubbing the wall in question with cleaner, Leo flicked on the power washer. The combination worked like a charm, melting the unwanted artwork away. He hated destroying someone's art, but you couldn't just go around painting what didn't belong to you. Still, maybe there was a better way to handle it than cleaning up after the fact. Some of the graffiti was quite good.
Wait, why not find the tagger and try getting permission for them to do something for the community center? Sure it was new and shiny, but maybe it could stand to look more like part of the community. He'd have to run the idea past Miss Allaire.
The beastman rapped on the door to Lisette's office, hoping she was in.