🎨 - Benjamin's life style became worse and worse. Scar after scar as he questioned if his future of becoming an artist would ever be achieved. His family's successful viewing only making him as if his life was perfect. But in reality, slowly fallin...
''Your house is quite a maze?'' Said the ginger as he followed behind. Holding onto his black backpack he always carried with him as it carried his spray paints. Too, holding his unfinished canvas from school.
''Well, hey! We get the house alone?'' Benjamin reminded Pico. His parents being off as a concert for the weekend as that left Benjamin alone, taking this chance to hang out with Pico. Well, the two mainly needed to start off on their projects. Him remembering his whole freak out situation as the bell scared him, causing him to mess up his work while he was painting out the ginger. Benjamin having a massive fear of loud noises. Making thunder another one of his main fears.
''Thankfully, I'm not good at speaking towards others. Mainly adults for that matter..'' He said with a sigh as most teachers disliked him due to the fact he didn't try on his work. Ever so slightly causing him to snap but, tried keeping calm as he didn't want more stupid rumors spreading about.
While being led up the stairs, they took a sharp left down the long hall as they begun to approach his bedroom. Praying it didn't smell like cigars in his room due to reasons.
As his hand twisted the knob, his door slowly opened as he pushed it with gentle force as he'd allow the spray painter inside. Showing off his clean, sunny bedroom.
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''Sick room.'' The ginger replied as the view towards the open city with tall buildings made the feeling much more relaxing. Seeing why Benjamin wanted to hang out at his place again as the two painting admiring the view from his area was quite comforting if you will.
At the other side of his bedroom, a blue rug just like the one under his bed was covered in paint. Seeing how messy the side of his room was other than it's main view. Finished canvas's scattered the corners wall as some were on the rug against the wall. Soon, seeing the piece Benjamin accidently ruined due to the noisy bell dismissing them. Too his bedroom at the left corner near his bed had an opened closet, being quite a nosey human as he'd walk over while slowly dropping his bag as he made sure it was gentle. Having a few questionable weapons lying in his bag with his other belongings.
''Th- thanks! I just honestly don't feel motivated. I mean, even I know we're suppose to get busy and paint each other. Why we kinda uhm, exchanged numbers..'' Softie rambled on. Pico on the other hand, was oblivious to his words as he'd walk over towards his opened closet. Soon, revealing a pile of stood up cat plushies to colors to different sizes as a soft laugh escaped his lips as that caused Benjamin's head to snap over towards Pico. Realizing his mistake as he forgot to close his closet..
''Ah-! Don't look!'' He'd whine while slightly raising his tone in surprise, rushing over to shut the sliding closet door as he stood in front of it in ''defense.'' Though, Pico easily standing over him as Benjamin was no match to his height.
''Why so defensive?'' Teased the spray painter, leaving Softie standing in complete embarrassment as he'd mumble,
