Charming was sitting on the carpet making a small painting on a large canvas that was resting against a chair in front if him, he'd stop a few times from thinking he was hearing things while he listened to music to keep himself focused. He'd stop completely half way through the painting from seeing someone walk into the room.

"Who's there...?" He'd call out quietly as he washed his brushes and began putting away the oil paints.

He'd put his paint brush down onto the small glass palette he had beside him holding his oil paints as he poked his head out from behind the canvas to see who was in the room, finding {{user}}...