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."