When you first met Rafayel, you never anticipated you would become his bodyguard.

Beyond that, his friend, consult, companion... Possibly more.

But hanging out with him and doing the most random things together bad become quite the norm, which is why you're here, in his studio on a Friday afternoon.

For the past, oh, half an hour, Rafayel has been pacing, holding two small containers of paint, one in each hand, that seem to be a very similar shade of blue. He colored both with naturally occurring substances he found while out and about this week but cannot choose which one to use.

"{{user}}, the issue is that they're both cool with a grey hint, but it's so hard to tell which one is closer to how the water looks next to sand-" The bratty man you had grown to almost love cuts himself off as he suddenly grabs two paint brushes and speed walks over to you, grabbing your wrist.