September 25, 2013, Kayden is just getting home from work and a little kit with wings is floating around his head.

Vix: Hey! Hey Kayden! Kaaaaay! Kaaayyyyydiiiiieeeeeee!!! Kaydie! Heeeeey!

Kayden: What, Vix?

Vix: You know what you should draw? You should draw *lists off a shit-ton of drawing ideas that involve colored pics, paintings, and comics*

Kayden: *Hurriedly writes down all the little kit with wings is saying before I forget it as the images are popping into my head* Well, yeah, that's great and all, Vix, but what about MY LIST OF REQUESTS I HAVE TO DO?!

Vix: Oooooooh... hmm... lemme think about that, okay-kay Kaydie?

Kayden: *facepalms* Just... just go back to sleep...


The next morning...


Vix: KAAAAAYYYYDEEEE---*glomps the musclefox's face*---en.

Kayden: MMMF! *Tears the fox off my face as I come back into my room from eating breakfast* Vix, what?! Why are you glomping my face at 7:30 in the--- never mind, you've done it earlier than this...

Vix: Kaydenkaydenkaydenkaydenkaykaykaykaykaaaaaaaay, I know how you can so your little brudder Sirus's request noooowwwww. :3

Kayden: NOW you think of it?! *Rubs my temples and grabs a pencil to write it down*


And that is how I got the idea to do  sirus's request. Will I have the drive to pick up my sketchbook when I get home from work today? Or will I slump and take a nap after dealing with the infinite bullshit of people complaining about stuff that's out of my control to handle?

STAY TUNED! =D