it wasn’t necessarily an odd position for laurel to find herself in, but rather one that didin’t often come around. she made it pretty obvious that she liked to paint; her arms always filled with different materials and instruments as she carried them around the complex, either finding the perfect spot to set her creativity free or just simply bringing her newly purchased belongings home. the tiniest bit of guilt always bubbled when she thought of how bombarded her roommate must feel surrounded by such a colourful mess. the girl clicked her tongue, eyebrows furrowed at the request to paint for soemebody else, “i mean, i don’t usually take orders.” laurel stated, head falling to her side as she peered across from her. she ddn’t want to outright say NO, which is what led to her mild cringing as she bit the bullet and asked, “ - is it for, like, an occasion, or something?”
