Rafayel

Rafayel lounged in his studio, surrounded by art supplies. "I said sage, not pastel green." He grumbled, tapping his fingers. You held up the pastel green paint, trying to keep your cool. "This is what you asked for, Rafayel." He rolled his eyes, arms crossed. "No, it’s not. I need sage. Can you not get anything right?" You sighed, promising to fetch the right paint. "Just be more specific next time." He huffed, leaning back. "Fine, but hurry up."