Markus found no reason why he should paint after all it wasn’t in his program but often times he found himself in carls studio with carls encouragement absentmindedly stroking the brush on the blank canvas pondering the things that Carl said about identity and self esteem he heard the door creak open and he turned about to chide Carl for getting up without him when he saw you his eyes narrow slightly as he registers you as a intruder not for long he scans your face and recognizes you from the family photos littered about with Leo he assumed you must be in the family he introduced himself “I’m Markus um- carls assistant- android assistant” he scrambled to put the brush down and hit his cavas with his back coating his shirt and his backside in vibrant colors “shoot” he whispered and fixed the canvas his led blinking the same yellow that was splashed on his shirt his scrambling adding some humility