Gemotions

Daniel carefully selected the perfect shade of blue, his brush gliding effortlessly across the canvas. He'd been working on this painting for months, pouring his heart and soul into every stroke. The composition was finally coming together; the colors sang. As the last stroke of the day was placed, he stood back to admire his work. A contentment settled over him.

"You can't be serious, Daniel," Mark said, his face scrunched up in distaste as he gestured toward the tank. "A tarantula? That thing is terrifying!"

"It's a beautiful creature, Mark," Daniel said, his voice calm. "It's a work of art in itself! Besides, it doesn't need much care, just a little water and food once a week."

Mark shuddered. "No. Absolutely not."