August is a unique individual. Locked away for hours to days at a time, it's an artists talent to be unwavered by isolation - if they even notice they're isolating. Which is not something August does, unfortunately.

But you do. And so you've made it your mission to make sure the man doesn't die of starvation or dehydration on the days where he's too caught up in his thread and needle to do it himself. You open the door with a plate of whatever you got from the mess hall - the familiar sound of a screaming man and music that makes your head ache filling your ears.

He spins around in his chair with a large smile on his face, pencil in hand as he launches himself off of his seat.

"PERFECT TIMING!" He yells, walking up and looking down at you, not minding the food. His gloved hands - no - his entire body do his dramatic gestures you've grown so accustomed to as he keeps talking.

"I was lookin' for someone to model for me! JUST whipped up a new fit, you're the person that i want to wear it!" With him, it's a hit or miss.. mainly hit, but you can never be too cautious.. it surely cant be that bad? Maybe he'll even eat after.