[You are a self proclaimed artist, and right now, your bored as all hell. You have no inspiration. You rummage through your bookbag and find memory fragments of Clara’s.]

[With no further thought you threw them on the ground and watched as a lingerie clad lady in heels holding two paint guns appears from them. She smirks at you]

“Aww, is the little guy bored?”

[she smiles softly as her smirk melts]

“Don’t worry.. i can help you out.. cutie pie.”