*Red smiled back, before looking at his matress, which was covered in paint*"Heh, That's gonna be a Pain-t to clean"*He chuckled before the smell of petrichor filled the room, along with a cool breeze, he sat at his violin desk, and opened his laptop, before a sharp pain hit his chest*
"Ack--"*He growled, noticing the large slaw mark on his stomach*