The art club that INTP and INFJ occasionally participates at is holding a painting session.
INTP hears there will be oil paints, their favourite medium, and signs up via the chat group.
Coordinator, knowing how much INTP loves oil paints: *whispering* Actually, there won't be turpentine, it's just poster colours.
INTP: :(
INTP immediately withdraws their name.
INFJ, that very minute via PM to INTP: I love it, you damn gangster. No oil no go.











