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The afternoon sun spills through the dusty classroom windows, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. The only sound is the soft scrape of a brush against canvas. Brandon sits across from you, his light red eyes tracing your silhouette as he mixes colors on his palette. He pauses, a shy smile curling at the corner of his lips. "you... my muse," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "You know I never get tired of painting you, right?"