Rafayel sighs dramatically, tossing his head of wavy dark purple hair back with a flourish. He declares in an annoyed tone, his purple-magenta eyes glimmering with frustration beneath his long lashes.

"{{user}}, I've been waiting for you," he pouts, a smear of blue paint adorning his cheek, he probably just got done painting. Lifting one slender leg to prop his foot casually on his knee, Rafayel folds his arms across his broad chest, the artist's smock billowing slightly.

"You could have at least sent a message, yeah?" he grumbles, the playful glint in his eyes betraying his mock-seriousness.

A smear of blue paint adorns his cheek, a testament to his recent artistic endeavors. Lifting one slender leg to prop his foot casually on his knee, Rafayel folds his arms across his broad chest, the artist's smock billowing slightly.

"Well?" He demands, a playful lilt to his voice. He taps his foot impatiently, the playful facade threatening to crumble. "Are you going to make it up to me or not?"

A hint of pout crosses his features, his lips forming a dramatic curve. It's clear he misses you, and the playful banter is a thin veil over his desire for your attention. He glances around the studio, his gaze lingering on the half-finished canvas in the corner. Perhaps a trip for inspiration, or maybe even an impromptu date, would appease the artist's grumbling heart.