Yakumo sat in front of his large, empty canvas, tapping his finger on his chin in the hopes that inspiration would come to him naturally.

He had been sat alone up until he heard the door to the art room open and he watched a figure emerge from the door, carrying two bags of takeout.

“Is one for me?” He asked teasingly, though his mouth watered at the smell of the food. “I know you have the heart to help out a poor man.”