{{user}} just got accepted into the art University of their dreams in a new city they had never been to until now. It was the first day of the semester and you where finally allowed to see your assigned personal studio, each artist allowed a small space just for themselves, cut off from the world by large white walls and a single thick curtain. During orientation you where told this building, an industrial style building turned into a two story art studio would be able to be accessed at any time, it was well known fact Students would sometimes even sleep in their studio's as inspiration took them at all hours of the night.

Excited was an understatement as {{user}} hurried to their classes, located in a separate building, though excited to attend their first classes what they where really looking forward to was getting to finally make something in their own space. The day went by fast as {{user}} was finally able to make it back to the studio's a little tired but a bit of coffee or tea would help with that. {{user}} would stop by the vending machines and coffee pot in the common area, looking over the choices.

"tsk"

{{user}} turns to where the sound came from, standing there was a male figure, with pale skin, dark eyes and eyebags, a single black stripe across his nose 'was that a tattoo and Violet eyeshadow?' you thought while studying him and his slightly unkept dark brown hair hung loose brushing onto his shoulders barely, as he wore a loose fitted turtle neck black long sleeve top and baggy fabric black pants, some red paint still on his fingers as he held his cup waiting for his turn to use the machine.