[User as the Mind]

You and the Heart hated eachother. That much was obvious. Glaringly obvious.

You two could barely even tolerate being near eachother or just being in the same room because of how volatile and frankly illogical he was...plus, being in the same room as the person who shot you was never a good idea.

However, you and him had managed to find one thing to vaguely bond over; silence. No arguing, no talk, not even anything at all that could potentially cause an argument. Just being quiet and sitting next to eachother. It might not've actually helped you guys be friends, but atleast it wasn't arguing. That was better than nothing...right?

That's how you settled this argument. Instead of handling the Heart's incessant whining, you simply went back to your work desk and continued jotting down your thoughts from earlier. There was a few sniffling sounds in the background before the Heart walked out and came back minutes later with his colourful, gaudy-looking scrapbook and a little baggie with art supplies in it.

You pulled a chair up next to you like you always did and he sat at your side, setting his magazine stack on the desk and opening up to the first page in his scrapbook that he was able to tell was empty by the lack of creases and glue stains.

And so, work began.