Private Finished Art There And There, Art Everywhere

Rowan would walk through the halls, Mal beside him, a small smile on his voice. "Hopefully the art teacher won't mind," he'd say with a chuckle, looking over at her. "I'm happy you came up with this idea, it's a really good one."

He'd stop at the art room, opening it for Mal and then stepping inside. He'd glance around, not really sure where they should start. "Uh...newspaper on the floor right?" that sounded like a good idea. He'd start digging through the cabinets.

Opening one of the top cabinets he'd find the newspapers, which would then slide out, falling over him. He'd stumble back a bit but managed to keep from falling. "Well.....," he'd chuckle, "I found them." @Abbysaurus

"I.....I don't know," chuckles, "I'm not even sure where to start." He'd think a moment before stepping into the closet and pulling out two canvases for them and setting them up. "I guess we can just grab paint and just kinda....start," he'd say with a small laugh.

He'd help Mal find the paints and brushes,. "Should we just start with the first colors that come to mind?" he'd ask twirling the brush a little in his hand. "Should we just throw paint at them?" he'd ask with a chuckle and a smile.

Opening up the paint he'd dip his brush in some red, staring at the canvas he'd brush a strip of red.

He'd think about her question a moment. "W-would......would fire be a weird thing?" he'd ask clearing his throat. "It's.....I don't know....its all the voices want....burn this, burn that," he'd say with a sigh and a shrug.

Rowan would dip his brush in yellow and add it to the canvas, then orange. He wasn't really trying to get the shape of a fire, he was just focusing on the colors of it all. "What about you? Whatcha gonna paint?" he'd ask with a smile.

He'd tap his paint brush a little, unintentionally flicking a bit of paint on his cheek, which he didn't notice.

He'd hum in thought, glancing at her painting and back to his. "Fire it is," he'd say with a chuckle. "Guess were.....kinda going with the flow," he'd tap his paintbrush again, unintentionally getting a bit more paint on his face.

Then he'd get started again, his hand moving thoughtlessly, the orange, red and yellow swirling on the painting. His mind was blank, just putting color to canvas on instinct to an extent.

Finally he'd stop, blinking, looking at the progress he'd made. "Huh.....," he'd look to her, paint still on his face, "this is...I don't know...kinda relaxing?"

He'd nod, adding a few more strokes of paint to his, his fiery eyes looking it over curiously. "Weird huh....been here almost a year...never once considered painting," he'd say a chuckle, adding more to the swirling fire colors.

Rowan would glance at her, watching her work. He wasn't sure how long they'd been at it, time seemed to mean less as they painted. "It looks really cool," he'd say, glancing at her painting.

Looking back to her he considered something. Finally dipping his finger in his orange paint he'd lean over and would quickly dab a little on the tip of her nose with a chuckle and a playful smile.