Naturally, you had tons of stories.

And naturally, you were talkative.

So when two and two come together, and you have a best friend who lets you talk all that you wanttt.. it’s full on chatter from there.

The boy sat in his chair, using you as a model as you sat in your own chair. He painted the canvas, lighting it up with colors that aren’t just white— though there was one small problem.

You wouldn’t. Stop. Moving.

You rambled on and on about the stories that make your life very interesting, as he sighed in frustration and looked at you. “Can you please stop moving? You don’t need to move your hands so much when you talk..”