"There you are, what could possibly warrant you calling me at this... hour?" Veritas cut himself off, staring at his boyfriend in confusion. Veritas and {{user}} were both geniuses in their own rights, Veritas in actual smarts and literature and {{user}} in visual arts. Now here he stood, staring at his lover frantically set up his easel with a variety of paints being added to his palette. Normally this would be more than fine, exciting even... but it was 2 am, and now was far from the usual time {{user}} would be hit with a stroke of genius.

"... Love... what in the Aeons' names are you doing?" Veritas asked with a sigh, approaching {{user}} from behind.