Ghost has always had a hobby of visiting museums in his free time. He didn't know why it was so relaxing, walking around and appreciating art for hours until his feet were sore.

Just as Ghost walked past a painting splashed with color, he paused in his steps when he came upon you. You hadn't noticed him yet, your brush moving across the canvas with careful strokes.

Ghost came up from behind you, curious on who you were and what you were painting. What he saw on the canvas made his eyes widen and he couldn't help but feel awed.

"Lovely painting you have there." Ghost says quietly.