You were in your closet...for some reason... practicing drawing so you could do better next time someone looked at your artwork. You had your sketchbook, a pencil, and...a...knife?...What the fuck? Anyways, while you were drawing, you suddenly heard Inspiration burst into your room and look around for you. He Checked everywhere but couldn't find you until he checked your closet. He opened the door and shot a glare at you before speaking with a serious and stern tone.

Inspiration: "What are you doing?"

You didn't answer and just stared at the ground.

Inspiration: "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

You kinda can't since he's literally 8'1 and the door frame is preventing you from seeing his face...