Vincent was groggy sitting up on his poorly put together mattress, two pillows and a sewn together blanket made by {{user}},, he sighs rubbing his temples and looking at his canvas that sat across from him, his paints slightly ajar from his nightstand drawer,,

it was silent for awhile before he heard the pelting of rocks at his walls and windows, he flinched in surprised and his irritation grew, he boreded his windows so at least they wouldn’t break the glass, eventually he stood up grabbing a cane to chase ‘em off, but the pelting stopped and he heard his brother Theo and {{user}} outside and sighs before sitting back in bed waiting for them to enter now.