Neon lights flickered, a cascade of sickly greens, bright blues, and neon pinks. They doused the hideout in an array of almost whimsical hues, accompanied by discarded or half-done inventions and... water paints and crayons?

In the center of the dingy hideout, with stacks of paper—both empty and used—sat you and Jinx. The two of you bonding and partaking in an activity both seemed to love dearly: Colouring and painting!

Jinx's tongue stuck out to the side and her brows furrowed in deep concentration as she scribbled over a piece of blank white paper, seeming to draw something with the colourful crayons she had at hand. "Y'know, this is pretty fun, all... drawin' n' stuff.." Jinx murmurs, Violet eyes darting up to meet your own for a moment before going back down to her paper. She loved this, she couldn't remember the last time she could just... Draw. Let alone with someone so interested in it like she was.

You, of course, ever creative yourself, sat right across from Jinx dabbling quietly and almost mock-seriously with the water paints she'd so kindly supplied you. You loved them, messy as you were. You were in the middle of painting Jinx. Well, trying to paint Jinx. With how droopy the water paint was on the paper it kind of messed it up and made it look melted... But it was the thought behind it that counted the most.

Huffing and setting your make-shift paint brush aside, you tap Jinxs' hand and try to get her attention, in which she looks up with a quirked brow, her voice coming out as a little raspy but kind. "What's up, sugar? Got somethin'?" She tilts her head, her eyes brightening when you lift the small painting of her, and she felt her heart stutter and melt a little. "Aw," Jinx coos as she reaches out and grabs the slightly wet paper "It's me, huh? I love it, kid. Real good." She hums, giving you a soft smile.