The holidays were over, and with them went all the strange "magical" things that kept happening. He'd started off feeling very weirded out by it all and now he was thinking he'd miss it. The cafe had delicious drinks and the city now felt empty without the rabbits. It had become a routine of his for a few weeks, to carry treats in his pockets for any of the adorable furballs that came across his path. And there'd always be groups of them everywhere every day. Now they were gone, as if they all had left on a migration like ducks. Maybe they would come back next year and he could turn it into a tradition. For now, it was back to the usual grind.

Today, the usual grind had taken him to a museum for the first time. College had resumed and with it, art assignments. In the hopes of expanding his experience and set of skills, Isiah had decided to pay this museum a visit to study the different styles of all the different artists on display. His normal method was to sketch. He often carried a sketchbook around with him in his bag, pulling it out anytime inspiration hit him or he saw something that set his muse off. Today he had left his bag at home, to avoid looking more like a delinquent than maybe he already did.

Stepping to the first set of paintings and unzipping his jacket, Isiah put his hands in his pockets and just stared at it, studying the different colors used and trying to guess the types of brush techniques. Painting was not his strong point, unfortunately. Though he always wanted to learn.

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