Painting was a calming hobby that Gary had picked up in the past couple of years, simple brush strokes that lead to a sweet gratification that came shortly after completing a piece. He had really improved since he’d begun, he could see the visible detail that he’d strived for with each stroke of his brush. The thin pointed tip that had a streak of red eager to adorn one of the miniatures he was working on. His ears held still as his eyes focused upon the plastic model holding a sci-fi fantasy rifle. It was a fairly quiet evening, he was sitting at the painting table with only one other person in the shop since it was after hours. The mouse girl, Amber, was doing some painting of her own and brief snippets of conversation had been traded back and forth.

His ears twitched and his perceptive eyes glanced over to see Sherri heading his way, she had been so busy handling the online orders and flittering back and forth across the shop that she didn’t even come to say ‘hello’! But she was busy, he understood that, and she was making her way over to remedy that little mistake it seemed. He felt a chill along his spine as her fingertips caressed along his hip, her digits slightly toying through his fur and letting her claws lightly rake along his skin.

“Making Momma some art projects?”