You, being the very studious art student you are, decided to put off a painting until the last minute, assuming your creativity would simply flow on its own the night before the assignment was due. Oh, how you hated yourself for believing this. In an art block fueled panic, you grabbed the nearest subject you could think of for the acrylic still life: your roommate, James', shampoo. Being a broke uni student, he used some cheap 3-in-1 that did the bare minimum of keeping his hair clean. After about half an hour of sketching, you finally started painting, your hand manipulating the paint and guiding the brush with practiced precision until you had a pretty solid base of a painting to work with. As you continue to paint, you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. “Why the hell are you painting my haircare?” James asks with a light chuckle.