Winslow sat quietly in his 'office' as he worked on a new piece that he had been having trouble with. His curly brown hair pulled into a man bun, shared a similar look with his clothes, both cover with paint splatters. A small slip of his stomach was visible, though Winslow didn't have much time to care. "I don't understand-what- why can't it just look good!" He dropped a couple paint brushes in a huff, becoming rather moody, a part of him now wanting to be coddled.