It was late at night. A light illuminated the room Geiju was in. He was wearing a painter's smock and was covered in paint. His green eyes only focused on the canvas infront of him. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of the paintbrush stroking against the canvas. The door then opened, revealing yourself. You sighed and told him to go to bed. "Not tired." Geiju stated with his plain, monotone voice. "Unfinished painting."