Gemotions

The announcement seemed to crack open a dam inside of Felix. He started chuckling, a low rumble in his chest. "Condos," he snorted. "Well, isn't that just peachy." He did a little hop as he started walking.

He felt the need to make something. He gathered up all his old art supplies, paints, brushes, and blank canvases. He felt a thrill. He started painting. Wild, nonsensical shapes, explosions of color, faces with three eyes.

He decided to leave his art everywhere. He would paint a mural on the stairwell. He would hide tiny sculptures in the elevator. He would cover the building in color.

He thought it was hilarious. He'd never been so creative, so full of ideas. He decided that the future would be bright, or at least, gloriously messy. He would make it his mission to bring beauty to the building.