PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE — o, weekly task

//OOC

One of the main reasons he seldom went down into the underground complex was that it was barren. Dead. It made his claustrophobia go haywire, and he always wanted to get out as soon as possible. He'd seen Maes carrying the paint buckets down the stairs, tracking him curiously while he made multiple trips up and down. Eventually, when the canine stopped coming, he resumed making his awful sketches on the paper before him. Stars above... he couldn't draw to save his life. Eventually he sat back, staring at the paper. Anyone who bothered to look would be completely baffled. It was a circle. With more circles on it. The circles were colored in differently, and each had their own labels. The Seraph nodded before slipping the paper under his door.

Wondering how the true(?) artist was coming along, he hurried down the stairs, holding his breath until he was at the bottom and through the entryway. He wasn't disappointed to see Maes finishing a fantastic picture on the wall. "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed, face parting into a smile as he slowly moved to view it all. "You made this?"

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