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Andrew was in the middle of an oil painting when he heard the knock on his door. He wasn't expecting anyone today, though he rarely checked his emails anymore. Most of his "apprentices" just showed up at his door anymore and they immediately would put themselves out. He set his paintbrush in a glass of water that was an ugly brown color and he left his paint room while whipping his hands on his own white shirt, though the old stains indicated that he only wore this shirt when he was working. He opened the door and gazed down at the smaller male that stood eagerly at his door. He pulled the lot cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke unintentionally in the brunette's direction.
"Let me guess...another fan of my work." he said softly. His voice was rough and deep, probably from years of smoking ever since he was younger, though he hardly cared.
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