Warnings: Mild Language
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows I barf out.
Chapter Seventy-Three: Just Because
Smears of cool gray with tinges of burnt umber were expertly manipulated to create the scene Marian was painting. Phthalo blue eyes were furrowed in concentration, while her tongue peeked out of her lips as her hand maneuvered a round brush in broad strokes to form the mountains in the distance. She would have liked to have gotten closer so she could see the details that she was missing from her spot on the edge of her yard, but her laziness had won out over her OCD-like urge.
Just for the sake of it, she cursed. "Goddamn it, Steve."