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Skull Rabbit sat in front of a blank canvas that was propped up on a pile of rocks. It was a lovely day to be outside and the sun served as great lighting. "Hmmm... I wonda what I should paint." He looked all around him, but nothing sparked his interest. "I don't really think I'm the creative so't."

Then, he looked down, seemingly defeated. It was then that he finally got an idea. I can do a self portrait. That should be easy enough.

He was using a leaf on the ground to the right of him as a palette and black, pasty paint was piled up on it. He stuck his paws in it and pretended to shoot, while he painted. He said, "Pakyun!", as he made one stroke. "Pakyun!" And another. "Pakyun!" And yet another. He was painting rows upon rows of oversized lace.

Skull Rabbit had the strangest feeling someone was looking at him. It was so disconcerting that he stopped painting and looked all around him. He was rather dense, so he didn't notice anything different. "I could've swo'n someone was looking at me. Oh, botha... I must just be paranoi'." He looked back at his painting. He had finished the black markings and he wanted to do the gray fur next. He looked and saw he only had black paint. I really should've thought this through. If I mix the black paint with the some water, though, it'll look gray. That's good enough for me.

He got up and pointed to the canvas and palette like they were a pair of children. "You, and you! Stay put! I'm going to go get some wata."

After that, he grabbed a leaf off the ground to put some water on and walked off in the other direction. His fore-paws left little black paw-prints in his wake. At this rate, he'd end up running into the other gladier...

It was hard for Skull Rabbit to see the mostly gray Cetus from afar, but now that she was right in front of him, he felt embarrassed about not noticing her earlier. I mean, she's right there, for crying out loud!

"Yes." The leaf fell right out once he opened his mouth. I'll have to get that back later. "You're right. I'm painting. How'd you - ?" He didn't finish, because he noticed his paws were dripping wet with black paint. So, that's how she knew. " - oh."

Now, he was doubly embarrassed. He was trying hard to hide that he was blushing, so he kept looking left and right. He would've covered his face up, if he knew he wouldn't end up getting his face messy. That's not cool. That's not dope. This is just pathetic! There had to be some way to make this work. "Oh! I'm surprised to've neva seen you around 'ere befo'. I know I'd rememba a pretty face like that. Uh, do you like paintings? I like looking at them, but I don't think I'm that good, yet. But I won't get any betta if I don't practice, right?"

Skull Rabbit noticed that she had blushed. He just smiled. "That'd explain it. I hope yo' enjoying yo'self, so fa'." He was glad she liked paintings too. "The ones that tell a story are my fav'rites. I want to be able to do that one day. And thanks! I'll have to show you when I get a chance."

"I was painting myself. It wo'ks out, because couldn't think of anything to do with only black paint." Other than his hair, dangles, and some of his markings, he was mostly achromatic colors. After he looked at her for a while, he noticed she was similar colors. "Now that I think about it, it'd work for you too. If you were the so't who liked to be painted, of cou'se."

"Oh, I'm going to dip the leaf in wata to make gray paint."

"Thanks!" For once, Skull Rabbit couldn't think of anything else to say. He felt flattered, really, and was all warm and fuzzy inside. He also thought of how it'd feel to be on the same level as those he admired. Why, he thought he might pop like a bubble in a pine tree!

The trickiest part is painting yo' own face, since it's not like you can see it o' anything like that. Othe' than that, it's not so bad. I can make myself do whatevah I want." To prove his point, he lied down flat on his belly and lifted all of his limbs as far into the air as he could. Then, he went back to his normal pose and said, "...so it's easiah in that respect, I guess."

"Yes, like that! And no, I don't mind at all. In fact, I insist that you join me," he said with a grin.

Her expression made Skull Rabbit's stomach go in knots. Maybe I shouldn't've posed. Oh, well, what's done is done.

"I think it's part of your charm. Your hair has a different texture from your fur and is just as nice to look at. Mine is...err...pink." He said the last word more quietly than anything else.

"That's good to hear. I'm just going to go down to the river and head back after that. It's just a hop, skip, and jump away, so we'll be done in no time." He balanced the leaf on his head this time, because he knew he'd end up dropping it again if he tried to carry it the way he was before.

Skull Rabbit smiled, half closed his eyes, and wagged his tail. "Thanks! If you say so, I believe it." His eyes widened when he heard what she said next. "Not much? I don't think so. There's a lot of intricacies to you. It's like those black and white ones by that one guy. That one guy with the birds and fish and people climbing stairs that lead nowhere." He had no idea what his name was. He just said the first thing that came to mind. "MC Usher."