You loved colors. You always painted or you are covered in paint. You were childish and always happy. It made five sick. You were always so happy and loud. Always talking his ear off and just coloring everywhere. You usually colored on the walls.

You would take small markers and color small doodles on the corner of the walls so no one noticed. Right now, you were using your shiney markers on the corner of the hallway wall. He saw you. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Will you stop that. "