Being grouped together with the art guy of your college was a blessing more or less, of course you should be grateful you'll be paired with someone who at least knew what he was doing. Yet the students would whisper among themselves about how you would 'come crying to the teacher eventually about wanting a new partner.'

Yet that day never came, if anything, you barely even got to talk to the man. When you'd attempt to conversate with him he'd either roll his eyes or look like he was near dozing off to sleep, so you both sat in silence for the most part.

While the two of you painted together on your own easels in his room, you could feel judgemental eyes on you as you attempted to mix your colors together. A long sigh escaped through the painters teeth before he span his chair towards you, holding his palm out.

"Give it. This.. 'display' of yours is just sad. Purely pathetic." he grunted while making a 'hand it over' motion "We've already wasted plenty of time, hand me your palette and tell me what colors you want so I don't have to keep watching.. Whatever this is."