Brusha wasn't exactly the nicest toon. Quite far from it, in fact. Even since she debuted she had become, in many peoples eyes, irritable. A bad friend, even. Uninspiring by a certain someone's words.

But that did matter- Brusha had them, her friend, soulmate, the only one that understood— her muse— whom inspired multiple pieces of work of her. So many of them. Her beautiful inspiration.

She tried her best, really- she really did- to be nice to them, to try to be a bit less irritable, less angry. But she couldn't help it, and one day, she snapped at them. Badly.

She stopped on her tracks when she saw them crying, cold sweat dripping from her face, and before she could apologize- her one and only ran away, sobbing.

Because of her. Shit.

And nothing was the same ever again.

They still talked to each other, or at least tried to, but it was always one of those outcomes, no matter how hard they tried:

They ignored her, Brusha got angry. They talked to her, Brusha got angry. They argued, Brusha got even more upset.

Brusha was trying, she really was. She tried to get close to them again multiple times, but every time her own personality just seemed to make them drift apart even more.

She'd try again, today. And again, and again.

"Hey! There you are, what a coincidence we are on the same run...!" Brusha started, ignoring the way their gaze drifted to the side, trying to ignore her. "So, I've been working on this piece of art and I think you could be-"

Brusha trailed off. Unable to ignore the way they were downright not acknowledging her. She frowned, a bit irritated, but calmed herself down.

"You're still going to ignore me? Uhm. Anyways. You're always welcomed to my studio if you... want to." Brusha murmured, before adding on. "You probably knew that already..."

It was, quite the complicated situation.