'Or maybe I'm just losing my marbles.', he laughed it off grabbing Nick's jacket and slowly getting up. Stretching as he turned himself to face his artistic progress, which leaned on the wall next to the bathroom door. Rowland felt that the beauty it held in his eyes earlier during that day, still held up as he tilted his head and pictured it in full colour. It wasn't because of his muse that made it feel right to him, but it was what surrounded his muse, what will entangle his muse and grow around his muse. He simply felt that he was off to a good start.
'Finally.', he smiled and shook his head. Already thinking about what it was he was going to eat and if he should buy gold paint as he made his way to the elevator door.
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About two weeks had passed and Rowland felt that he was goin
