3rd Person P.O.V
Anxiety was in his room, listening to MCR, eating a burrito, while scrolling through Tumblr.

His room consists of a bed with grey sheets and pillows, and black blankets, bed frame, and mattress, a desk with a desk light, notebooks, papers, and pencils, a dresser, T.V., and a bathroom.

There were balled up pieces of paper skattered across the floor and all over the desk.
Those were the drawings that Anx didn't think were good enough.

Even if they were, he made sure nobody saw them.

When he wasn't on his phone, he was drawing.

Sometimes, he would draw in the living room  of the Mind, but when someone asks him what he's drawing, he would close his scketchbook and tell them to go away.

He also had panic attacks... A lot.

Sometimes, Patton would find him and help him through his attacks, but they usually happened in his room. No one goes in there unless they have to.

He and Patton were the closest; they have a father-son bond.

He and Logan were slowly becoming great friends after the debate they had with their host, Thomas.

He and Princey were barely becoming friends as well. Not quite there yet, but it was progress. When they weren't fighting, they would 'flirt' just to see the other get all flustered and blushy. It was quite funny, to be honest. Even Logic found it amusing; Patton would just squeal and fangirl at them.

Patton secretly shipped them. He could see the way Anxiety's eyes lit up whenever Princey would burst out singing, or when he would flirt with him.

Patton, being the heart and deep emotions, could easily tell that Anx was falling for the fanciful trait, but Logan couldn't tell because of his limited knowlegde on emotions, and Roman just didn't pay enought attention to notice.

At the moment, Anx was tired of being on Tumblr, since he had been on it for the past 3 hours, and his burrito was finished long ago.

So, he turned off his music and put his phone in his pocket, grabbed his empty paper plate, scketchbook, pencil, and headed to the living room.