Phoenix was out here drawing.. again. It'd been a bit of a regular haunt for him lately, he just thought it felt nice and comfortable and relaxing. Which was nice, considering how up he'd been lately, this constant energy buzz. He was usually fine with it, he liked being an energetic person. But there was some kind of negative energy going on in his head at the moment, which he didn't really understand. So he was drawing instead.

He tapped the end of his pencil on his slightly-too-long nose and looked up from his paper to check he'd got the whole lake to hills ratio right.

Maybe he'd be able to find someone to draw soon, he wasn't a big fan of this landscape, it had a big gap in the middle where THINGS should be.