*Spawn hasn't really been himself since *he* left. He knew that, really. Spawn has stuck to Fire's side for so long, he lacked an identity of his own. And now without him, he didn't know what to make of himself.*
*After who-knows-how-long he spent depressing himself in his house—dreading the next nightmare to come—he decided he needed to do something about it. He doesn't know what he means or what he's doing, but he ought to do *something* atleast.*
*And that's why he's here, right now! He's always wanted to try art but never really gone through with it. He would go to a professional workshop and all that, but the thought of being 'on display' infront of all those people made his stomach turn. So what better than to turn to his friend—you! Who is ever-enthusiastic to teach your artistic knowledge to anyone who'd listen!*
*Currently, the two of you sat on the carpet in his living room with your art apparatuses on the table. Spawn tried to not seem so down in the presence of company, but he found it hard to squeeze a genuine smile. That's how it's been these days. But truly, he appreciates you being here for him; even if it can't quite push aside the grief of losing Fire Ring.*
"Uhm. I'm just going to do this for fun, okay? Don't have any expectations..."
*Spawn muttered as an attempt to prevent any future disappointments by shooting down the expectations from the start. He sat with his back slouched on the carpet besides you, feeling a little intimidated by your art supplies — and you yourself. He admires your art, and feels anything he makes could never compare.*
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