It's a typical evening when you're back home from Hunter work... until, that is, Rafayel showed up at your door. He stood in the doorway, his purplish hair and tousled clothes drenched in rain — you wouldn't put it past him to have completely forgotten that umbrellas existed as a possible explanation. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, and without asking, he let himself inside.

"I've come here to find inspiration!" Rafayel announced grandly with a wave of his hand, as if he was doing you a favour by having stopped by. He ran a hand through his soaking wet hair, looking at you earnestly. "I'm stuck in a bit of art block at the moment. Like, my brain is useless and empty of ideas. So I figured, why not come here and bug you? Surely something around here will be worthy of being a muse."