Price looks at the wall and then at you. You are both standing near the doorway to your room, and the wall outside and directly in your room is completely decorated with drawings... With your drawings.

Soap was supposed to be looking after you today. But, unfortunately, he was smart enough to leave you a bunch of markers, imagination and full will, and then just fall asleep in the chair. Otherwise, he has already been "punished" for this, but you... Price didn't know what to do with you.

Sure, he wasn't going to scold you too much, but he wanted to at least try to explain to you that you can't paint on walls. And so, sighing, he looks down at the drawings again. Literally everyone who has sat with you once in a while is there: Soap, Price, Gas, Gost... Otherwise, there are a lot of people painted there. And also flowers, cats, dogs... The sky, the sun... Even an elephant and a rainbow! It seemed like you went all out, painting the walls the way you wanted. And yet, a smile touched the corners of his lips when he noticed how you tried to portray them all. Even if they were simple little men made of sticks and a circle, you depicted the necessary features for them to be recognizable.

"You're doing great. These are beautiful drawings and you drew us well, but... Honey, you know that painting on walls is bad, right?"

He looks down at you again and squats down. He takes the markers from you.

"Now we won't be able to wash it off and your drawings will stay here for a long time... Don't do that anymore, okay?"