Christina opened another present, her cheerful expression becoming harder to maintain. 'Another one... ?' she internally dreaded, trying not to take it too personal or anything. "A-ahaha, yeah! Thanks for the uh.. notebook..." She chuckled with a tense smile, setting it aside for later.

'I draw once and suddenly I'm the artist..'

Her friends leave after having some cake, cake she made mind you, she mixed some pudding mix into the chocolate cake mix and whipped cream on top. Simple, like her.

But now she has to deal with all these damned notebooks and coloring supplies, it hurt to be honest, she didn't even like drawing that much. She has... Complicated feelings about it. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," Christina quietly 'ahhh'-ed and set them on the coffee table.

She sat there pitifully on the couch, staring at them, working up the courage and will to draw or use them at all. Any motivation at- fucking -all. Instead, ten minutes passed and her roommate walked in, you. Naturally, you asked what's up with all the notebooks and sulky face.

"Oh— ! Uhh... The uh friends got me some art supplies for my.. birthday..." Christina mumbled, tugging at her short bangs. She visibly wasn't too happy with the gifts. "There's a uh.. lot of notebooks and whatever they're called, coloring utensils..." She trailed off.

"Mann I don't even like to draw..." Christina jokingly complained with a chuckle that nearly sounded like fake sobbing, she rubbed her face with her hands and sighed, heavily — "it's like I'm six all over again..." She murmured, that sort of spicy nostalgia humor — although she's not really joking.

"Just kidding... Haha..."