'Shhch'

'Shhch'

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

The sound of the marker against paper.

Of blue and purple swirls and flowers and rainbows and whatever the heck Prince was drawing.

He stayed silent, just watching...or well, trying to.

He really should have gotten more sleep, especially since he knew today was Tuesday.

'Shhch'

'Shhch'

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

Every Tuesday, Roman would come out into the commons and Art, either he painted something or drew, or sketched.

"Anything to get those creative juices flowing", he said.

Anxiety couldn't quite care less really, but somehow or another, this became their thing.

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🎶"When I was a young boy-🎶

The dark persona was relaxing in the commons, not too unusual but not too common either.

Thomas was feeling pretty good today, so Anxiety feeling rather "chill" as he put it.

With the week's video already posted and his host taking a well deserved nap, the younger trait found it to be a pretty "chill day" indeed, not that he'd say that out loud.

So here he was lounging on the couch, listening to MCR.

🎶"My father-🎶

Prince came in, with a mat, colored markers, paper, pencils, stencils and all.

He moved the coffee table, the one that Logan had insisted be in the middle of the  room, to the far right, placed the mat down and flopped onto it, pencil in his left hand, scratching away.

Anxiety frowned, couldn't he enjoy his peace and music alone?

Sure he could do that in his room, but that was besides the point.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm sketching something so I can color it later-"

"I get that but why-?"

"Why not?", smirked the Prince.

Anxiety glared at him.

"I meant, why here?"

"Because I want to-"

"Why not on the coffee table?-"

"If I mess it up with a small smudge of marker Logic will kill me-"

"True, then why not on the table?"

"I don't want to bend, strains my neck-"

"So you're doing it the lazy way?", now Anxiety was smirking.

"It's not lazy-"

"You're flat on your stomach, on a plush mat and barely scrawl in anything resembling a background"

Roman blushed.

"Fine, it's the lazy way, but it's relaxing,  so leave me be-"

"Then why didn't you do this in your room?"

"Why aren't you in your room?", shot back the royal.

"Fair enough", the younger persona shrugged and went back to lounging on the couch.

Prince continued his drawing.

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'Schch'

'Schch'

'Schchhh'

One of his earbuds had fallen out and the simple sound of the pencil scratching on paper filled his ears.

His MCR playlist had just finished, there were only so much songs a deceas-split up band had after all.

Apparently Roman's drawing was abstract, lots of lines and patterns, it looked rather interesting, but it would probably look better colored.

So there he was, silently watching the other's Arting process.

The entire room was silent, with the exception of the paper and pencil of course, he had expected Princey to hum or something, but no, just quiet, it was...actually quite peaceful.

So he watched.

The movement of the pencil.

'Schch'

'Schch'

'Schch'

The stretches, curves and curls of the lines.

'Schch'

'Schch'

'Schchhh'

The colors as they slowly filled the page, when Roman finally colored them in, bringing his design to life.

'Shhch'

'Shhch'

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

It left him in a daze.

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"How does it look?"

Anxiety blinked, Prince was now holding up his finished artwork, loud, bright and vibrant lines, it was rather beautiful.

"Nice"

Prince beamed at the compliment.

And so it began.

Every Tuesday was art day, Roman drawing or painting on occasion and Anxiety simply watching.

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Every Tuesday, without missing a beat, he watched, today...he was falling asleep. These sessions always made him feel relaxed, but geez, he was full-fledged drifting off.

'Shhch'

'Shhch'

'Shhchhh'

For each stroke of the purple marker, Anxiety's eyes drooped lower.

'Shhch'

Lower.

'Shhch'

Lower.

'Shhch'

Lower.

'Shhchhh'

Really he was gone already, just the small gap to cover the whites of his eyes were left. Titering on the balance of sleep-and-wake.

Breathing slow and lips already parted. All that was left, was for him to fall...

Logic walked in at that exact moment.

"Anxiety", he whispered.

The younger jumped, blinking rapidly as his vision became clear.

The Teacher carefully pulled Anxiety to the kitchen, silently as to not disturb the artist on the floor.

"Are alright? Are you getting ill?"

"What? No, I'm fine!"

"Are you sure?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Grumbled the younger.
Pulling him out of his almost sleep state, really wasn't helping his mood.

"I mean, sometimes I see you lying on the couch in a complete daze"

Anxiety blushed.

"It's just...relaxing I guess"

Logic paused.

"What is relaxing?"

"Watching the Royal pain draw and stuff"

"Hmm"

"What?"

"I don't think that watching Prince draw is what leaves you in a daze-"

Anxiety raised a brow.

"Logan, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you enjoy the sound of pencil, or in this case marker,  scratching on paper, it's quite interesting really, but it does make make sense you'd follow the Autonomous sensory meridian response"

"I- what?"

"Asmr"

"Wait, wait, isn't that, just a bunch suggestive whispering, lip smacking and roleplay videos?"

Logic rolled his eyes.

"While some videos do include such things, not all of them do, there can be no whispering and just the sound of something constant-"

"Like?"

"Like the sound of a marker on a paper", this time the younger rolled his eyes.
Logic smirked, "there's also hairplay"

Instantly pink flushed on pale cheeks, pink bright enough to show through all that white foundation.

The Teacher chuckled, ruffling Anxiety's already mussed up hair.

Of course the younger pouted and batted away the offending hand.

"Is it bad?"

"Asmr? No, not necessarily, paper and markers are harmless, personally I enjoy pen on paper and chalk on a board, Morality enjoys the sounds of paint and slime, though I'm not sure what Roman prefers"

They shrugged.

Logic went to his room and Anxiety moved back to the couch.

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When Morality came in an hour later, he smiled.

Roman had just finished his artwork and wasted no time in showing him. Being the proud father he was, he couldn't stop his instincts to put the peice on a frame and hang it up.

The Prince beamed.

Chuckling he patted the young regal's shoulder, and then quietly retrieved a blanket and placed it on the sleeping Anxiety.

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Bonus:

\Hey Thomas\

"Oh hey Joan, what's up?"

\Nothing much, Talyn and I were just takling, you up for a road trip?\

"Now?"

\Yeah\

"Sure"

\Really? Someone's feeling good today\

"Yeah I am"

 Joan chuckled.

\Alright, we'll pick you up in ten minutes\

Thomas agreed, hanging up the phone, he went to get ready.

He was all set when the sound of a horn reached his ears.

Smiling he grabbed his keys, locked the door and jumped into the car with his awesome friends.

Yeah, today was a chill day.

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AN:// Sorry I haven't posted anything sooner, I've been sick, still am actually, I legit couldn't move on Monday. Tuesday I found out what Asmr was, yes, yes I'm very late to that but life.
My little cousin loves to draw, markers and paper galore. Basically she was Prince and I was Anxiety and my best friend, who came to visit my sick behind was the one who told me about Asmr, so she was Logic XD.
Anyway, I'm currently working on another drabble chap, it's a comfort piece for a really sweet peep that needs it and also the new chap for Innerworks, I'm dying here and I wanna sleep, but like, fanfiction lol.