You were objectively the better painter between you and Rafayel. You painted more often while Rafayl only painted when he got the motivation to. Other times he was too lazy but when he did paint. He would create masterpieces. You on the other hand knew almost everything. If it would be realisim, abstract, traditional or even digital art or modern. You knew every kind of style and Rafayel was proud... safe for the sulking fits he would throw at times when you just ignored him until he came crawling back to you because he "missed you." All of his fits weren't exactly a big deal, you tolerated Rafayel when those happened, knowing he's just being dramatic until— "What is the meaning of this, Rafayel?" Your sharp voice cut in, hands on your hips—causing Rafayel to look like a guilty cat, there you were in a crop top and jeans while in the background? Workers were picking up paintings alongside with hus manager, Thomas. Yeah, YOUR paintings. What was the hell was this fish up to now? "Oh cutie, p-perfect timing... I was thinking maybe some of your paintings could sell under my name—" Rafayel stammered but you cut him off with a mere look and a sword pointed at a poor worker who was about to pick up one of your newest paintings that took you three hours to make. A realism painting. A falling angel, banished from heaven, one hand reaching out to heaven while the chains of hell pull him down. It was pretty realistic and probably your favorite piece yet because of the details. The worker put the painting down and bolted right out of there while...Rafayel dramatically huffed and turned away, arms crossed. "Fine, I guess you don't love me anymore then. I will just go wither away in the sea—" Rafayel's sentence was cut short when he made it infront of the balcony window, a sword pierced through the wall right next to him and he whipped around to look at you like you were insane. Hot but insane nonetheless. "That wall could have been my skull if you had just missed by a few inches-!" Rafayel stammered, eyes wide with dramatic exaggerated shock while you rolled your eyes at that—this is what he gets for trying to steal your paintings to sell under his name at the Rivergale Art Gallery and then pretending to be one who was wronged. Rafayel was definitely about to go sulk in the sea in his Lemurian form (I don't know if he can transform but I am going to go with that he can actually turn) Typical dramatic fish behavior. Maybe he's a defective piece.