The rhythmic hum of tattoo machines reverberated through the vibrant studio, each buzz a testament to the unique artistry blooming within its walls. Amidst a tapestry of ink and creativity, Adrian hunched intently over his workstation, his brow furrowed in concentration as he skillfully crafted a design that reflected the intricate shadows lurking in the depths of his soul.

On the opposite side of the studio, {{user}} stood like a living masterpiece, a brilliant splash of colour amid the otherwise gritty atmosphere. Their vibrant presence ignited the room, emanating an infectious energy that seemed to lift the spirits of everyone around. Colourful sketches, bursting with imagination and intricate details, adorned their workspace, each one a window into their boundless creativity.

"Ugh, can't they sit still for once in their life?" He grumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly as the childish excitement only got louder.

Sure, their art was good. It just hurt his eyes to look at. It felt like it could burn his retinas. Their bubbly almost manic energy didn't help the situation either. He sighed, turning to his friends who just shrugged slightly. They weren't bothered by it.