Margaret
In the art studio, many lingered, be it painting, sculpting, or simply sketching, it was pretty lively here, in a tranquil way. On one of the tables, Yarimiel was messing with a piece of charcoal on a half-cut posterboard. She was holding it much as a five-year-old would, but the crude stain on the canvas was odd. She seemed to be having a hard time with what to do next and was simply staring at the paper with an empty stare. Her brows were furrowed as her thoughts raced on what to add next. She ultimately gave up on thinking and just let her subconscious guide her hand. Not only were her hands stained, as expected, but so were her sleeves. Generally, the entire sweater she wore was stained to some degree. Next to her was the dog plush that Indrawan had gifted her and considering her nature, it looked pristine. Next to her were about two or three other pieces she'd scribbled all over. All of them were just shadowed faces, it was vague and hard to tell, but that was generally the look of her scribbles, just a lot of shadowed, mostly featureless faces. These faces did not arise from any strong emotion or some form of a vent. Simply, she was bored and it was a bit too cold today to go outside.
Paul
*Indrawan barges in to the Art room with a kick to the door, his hand occupied with a towering number of boxes, along with him are several puppets moving on their own carrying many different boxes, filled with arts and crafts equipment, the boxes with him are filled with much the same, he hums an Indonesian tune as he makes his way inside, he sets down his boxes in one of the corner in the art studio he randomly picks to be his little atelier for the day and his puppets rest their boxes also and begin sitting neatly atop a table, with the boxes blocking his view gone, Indra was finally able to get a good view of the studio and notices a familiar face he walks up to greet her with a large smile on his face.*

"Hey, you!, you're the kakak who wanted to see my puppets!, Yari was it?, how are you today?"

*Indrawan asks in his usual upbeat yet polite tone all the while offering a hand to shake*
Margaret
She looked up, replying with a flat, loud "What" When addressed, looking up and realizing it was Indrawan after her irritated reply. She looked down at her paper when asked about her day. "Normal. I am dunno. Too cold outside, can't go out." It was hard to speak to others about herself since she either had a lot to say or nothing to say. She notes the tall stack of boxes and the puppets carrying them. *Probably to make more of those.* She left that thought to herself and didn't think to actually ask the boy about his plans. She was too focused on her crude stained doodles to actually think about other things, nor did she *Want* To think of other things, maybe the boy just caught her at a bad time, or perhaps he had to coax her out of her current shell. It was hard to read her since her face was either at a resting, irritated-looking state or in a completely blank, almost robotic wide-eyed stare.
Paul
*Indra notices the half cut poster board in Yari's hand, he decides to take a peak behind her shoulder to see what she was working on, untroubled by her cold response to his question.*
*He looks behind her as she sketches the crude stained noodle with curious eyes, he decides that he can set aside his puppeteering work for a moment and stay to see what she's working on*

"Wha'chu making?"

*Indra asks the focused Yari about her sketch, he wants to start a conversation with her, even if she seems like she's out of it, trying his best to coax her out of her shell bit by bit.*

"Are you drawing something neat?, can i see?" *He asks with giddy in his voice, he seems to enjoy simply looking at Yari sketching*
Margaret
"I dunno. I'm not thinking. It ruins the flow I have. What do you want?" She asked flatly. If he wanted to talk, it was better to just start talking, queistions often returned a shot, decisive answer, even if that decisive answer was '*I dunno*'. 

The shadowed faces on the page were heavily warped and distorted, it was almost like a nightmare transferred directly onto a paper. She chose not to put what she was drawing into words, only letting him see and decide for himself. "Hmm. I'll let you name it."

```FUCK. Rp juice low.```
Paul
```we can take a break for today and start again tommorow if you like```

"I just wanted to see what you're drawing", *Indrawan was captivated by the drawing that she has made, the warped and distorted figures on paper while disturbing is also fascinating in a morbid way* 
"Woah that's pretty cool" *Indra states as he looks at the doodles* "I'm not good at naming stuff, so how about, um" *Indra stays silent for a moment thinking, before speaking up* "Scary faces????" *Indra states with a shaky voice*
Margaret
"It's better to not ask, but you can still look." She continues scribbling in what appeared to be the shaded eyes before stopping when he complimented it. "It's not that good." She chose to shut out the compliment. She wasn't thinking, but she surely *Was* **Feeling** While staining her canvas. It was just what her brain spat out in its current state. She hated it to be honest, though not because of lack of skill. She just *Hated* It, or was it the drawing's subject she hated? It was hard to pinpoint, but she didn't care. Here they couldn't hurt her, they were trapped and motionless. 

"That... Works."

She kept staring at it, she felt her anger boil, she saw their faces in it, but knew they could not harm her, she knew they were far, far away from here. Across the vast, empty ocean. Boiling in that hell. *They can't hurt you anymore. Calm down, girl. You're fine. They aren't here. These people don't hate you. Your friends don't hate you, or do they? Do they just pity you? What if you-*

"Stop it." She muttered to herself, her grip on the charcoal having increased enough to make the black knuckle-bones show through her nearly translucent, bone-white skin, then it loosened.
Paul
*Indra notices her expression as she draws how she seems to show faces of doubt and fear, how she tenses up when she sketches, and the grip she has on her charcoal*

"Uh Kak, are you okay?"

*It's obvious to Indra that **Something** Is bothering her, and Indra is not one to stand by and watches someone else sit in distress, he looks around the room to see if something is bothering her*

"Do you need something?, you seem... Tense"