When it came to interior designing, Res wasn't the most... Adept. He knew how to work with colours in a way that would make them look decent, but understanding colour theory and how various colours had the ability to draw out feeling of those who gaze upon it were lost on him. His treehouse reflected that. There were a few plants - he wasn't the best at gardening - he would move about his room so they would get the adequate amount of sunlight needed for them to grow. There were a few colourful stones and small shells he thought were neat atop a stained, small wooden drawer adjacent from the doorway. Next to his bed was a small stack of thick science books with a few smaller books next to it. Though the spine was pressed against the wall making it impossible to tell what they were about (knowing Res, it's probably more science or classic literature). An ashen broom with a green cloth tossed over it is stationed against the side of the drawer away from the door, ready to be used as the male was quite diligent in keeping his various surfaces clean (he has long fur and lives in a jungle, he brings home lots of unwanted company). He suppose his space was cozy and welcoming, but he couldn't shake the feeling of... Emptiness, perhaps? Like, something was missing. No, nevermind something. Somethings.He wanted his house to be warm and welcoming, not only a safe space for him but others too. In order for him to achieve this, he needed more decorations. More items that held sentimental value- this one seemed as though it was going to take time. Thinking to himself, he thought for a moment. Bright green eyes abruptly shone as he noticeably perked up. You could never go wrong with hanging a few paintings up, right? It may take him a bit of time to gather the materials he needs but it wasn't like he was busy or anything.
It was almost an hour later when the tabby managed to get his paws on the art supplies. He had to borrow some paint and brushes from another and the kind soul who gave him the canvases had no problem in giving it to him so long as they get one or two finished products. Res warned them of his incompetent artistic abilities to which the NPC would shake their head and insist anyways. Expressing his gratitude, Res would then return to his room to make sure he had everything. He should... Probably bring a few snacks while he was out there. Cookies? Cake? Berries? Fruit? Strawberries dipped in chocolate? His mouth watered at the thought, but he had no idea where to get such a delicacy. Sighing to himself, he pretended he didn't just get himself excited for something he can't have as he reached out his window. Reaching for the vines that grew behind his treehouse, he willed them to grow towards him. Snapping off the more slender ones, he tied them around his shoulders and used it as a holster for his canvases and the slender container the paint came in. As for the brushes, he settled for holding them in his mouth. He really should invest in a bag or something... This was getting tedious. It was a good idea and aesthetically, he was killing it. The dark green looked lovely against his brown fur and brought out his lighter tabby markings; the slight overall contrast giving very much earthy vibes. He could have went the whole nine yards and threw on a yellow and white flowercrown to bring out the white spots peppered over his face, shoulders and tail but that seemed like a bit much. He was busy! Now was not the time to accessorize-
Res walked out of his treehouse, aesthetically pleasing but borderline impractical vine bag hanging on his side. He was careful not to break or dent the wooden paintbrushes in his mouth and the white flowercrown he (quickly put together) wore really tied the whole look together. A large, but gentle woodland faerie would probably best describe him in this moment. He thought it was cute and fun so he saw no harm in it. Sure the flowercrown set him back ten minutes and evening was soon to approach but he still had time. Right, off we go then. He thought to himself as he descended from the treehouse. Walking out of camp, the male would dip his head in greeting to those he passed and quickly moved out of the way of kids running from their parents. They shot him tired but apologetic glances which were returned with an all too knowing nod of his head and smile. Kids were great and he hoped to have his own one day, but they can be a handful.
Continuing through the jungle the Thunderlands claimed as their territory, Res slowed to a stop when he noticed he reached the edge. Before him laid a vast meadow of various colourful flowers. He couldn't have found a more perfect spot to tap into his subpar artistic skills. Shaded by the looming trees and a gentle wind that would ruffle his long fur every so often... He hoped it didn't rain. He knew how unpredictable their weather could be. Looking towards the sky, he took note of the thin, wispy clouds that drifted aimlessly in the troposphere. The sun would be setting in a few hours- that should be enough time to get some paintings done. Hopefully.