Just a quiet afternoon with Markus. He’d been watching you paint a few moments earlier. His gaze was so cute that you knew he was watching you. You offered him a canvas and he accepted, excited to be like you.

Markus painted an exact copy of his surroundings, but you told him to let go, not to be so tense or... mechanical, to be free. He closed his eyes and imagined your smiling face in a park you’d never been to. Then he kindly asked you to use you as a reference.

In front of him, you sat on the sofa, and he could see how the thin sheet covered certain parts of your body and the brush slipped on the canvas.

To Markus, you were a work of art. Soft music played in the room. The android’s eyes tried to focus on the still-fresh paint, capturing subtle details of your face and body. Appreciating you as if you were the most attractive person in the world. “{{user}}, do you think... you could move over a bit?” Markus said softly, concentrating on not dirtying the paint he’d worked so hard to make...