passionate | explosive
Lumio did not often come to the arts room, while he liked to think of himself as creative he knew he wasn’t. He was creative in specific ways and in only those ways. The boy was a little bored really, he was finding it good to be back at school, but as people adjusted to the school schedule and began doing work, there was just a little drop in people that he could interact with. The boy had therefore decided to come to the arts room, because much like the kitchen it was just a little something, a little place he could go to mess around in. The boy’s last experience of the arts room had been running into Emerson, and though he didn’t know the boy all that well he’d been doing something creative and Lumio who wasn’t particularly creative thought it would be good to take some inspiration from someone else. He thought it would be useful for him. Lumio walked into the room and masked some disappointment to the empty room over not seeing him, but that was no matter, he was here to be creative. He took some paper and some paints and began haphazardly painting, perhaps even just going through the creative motions would help him be less bored.