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[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

 *curled in a corner, silently doodling*

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[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

*sits next to him quietly, watching what he's doing*

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

*jumps! sucking in a breath* Harper! *clutches his sketchbook to his chest* I- I didn't-! I didn't see you there.

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

*gently* Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head, calming down* No! No, it's okay. *shrugs* Just. Surprised me. *bites his lip because fjdk he's pretty*

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

What are you drawing?

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

Oh! Um. *glances at his sketchbook8 It- It's nothing...

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

Cm'on, show me? Please?

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

I.. *bites his lip, still clutching it to his chest* It's not done...

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

I'm no judge of art, Owen...

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

I, well. Don't- Don't laugh, okay?

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

*nods* Promise.

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

*blushes as he pulls the sketchbook from his chest, letting her see the unfinished sketch of a dark-haired girl with bright eyes and bangs* It's only a sketch. *looks away*

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

*truly smiles at this*

Me?

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

*sits next to him quietly, watching what he's doing*

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

*jumps! sucking in a breath* Harper! *clutches his sketchbook to his chest* I- I didn't-! I didn't see you there.

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

*gently* Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head, calming down* No! No, it's okay. *shrugs* Just. Surprised me. *bites his lip because fjdk he's pretty*

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

What are you drawing?

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

Oh! Um. *glances at his sketchbook8 It- It's nothing...

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

Cm'on, show me? Please?

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

I.. *bites his lip, still clutching it to his chest* It's not done...

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

I'm no judge of art, Owen...

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

I, well. Don't- Don't laugh, okay?

[thinkmemad.livejournal.com]

*nods* Promise.

[o-woeisme.livejournal.com]

*blushes as he pulls the sketchbook from his chest, letting her see the unfinished sketch of a dark-haired girl with bright eyes and bangs* It's only a sketch. *looks away*