Paintbrush taps their foot up and down impatiently, shifting in the stool they're sitting on, a mild grimace on their face. They just couldn't get this painting to look right! As if everybody around them wasn't an annoyance enough already. They reach up with their brush, trying to atleast put something on the canvas to not make it look so... awful, but they hesitate and just end up throwing the brush onto the desk in their room. Paint smudges onto the desk from the brush, but they really couldn't care less.

They huff and flop down onto their bed, staring up at the ceiling, face contorted in displeasure. A knock at their door makes them groan, temper rising. Pushing their face into one of the many pillows on the bed, they try to ignore it, but you're horribly persistent and the knocking continues. Stomping over to the door, they damn well nearly rip it off its hinges, not one to keep their temper in check.

"What?" They say harshly, scowling down at you. A grumpy frown coats their face. It's almost intimidating.