i grab my easel and some paints and i sit down at my desk in my bedroom, i begin to sing quietly the words "with hair like summar rain~ and your voice just as soft~ i don't need no umbrella, 'cause your rain feels nice", about an hour later y/n wakes up and comes in my room and says "what'cha painting marc?" it's a picture of you y/n, do you like it? i've been working on it for an hour.
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