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Jude was sitting the the living room area of the hut, staring at his new box of paints and brushes and markers, charcoal, and a whole load of stuff that Jude was giddy having. It had been just sitting there a day ago, and ever since sketching a few things down, he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do. He glanced from his box to the blank wall, tapping his foot wildly against the floor before a smirk slowly started emerging on his face.
He stood up, walking closer to the wall, trying to imagine the scene he wanted to paint, but he wanted it to be perfect. He didn't know how long they'd be there for, anyway, so he might as well put a good effort into it.
"Hey, Luce?"
He stood up, walking closer to the wall, trying to imagine the scene he wanted to paint, but he wanted it to be perfect. He didn't know how long they'd be there for, anyway, so he might as well put a good effort into it.
"Hey, Luce?"