Sodo was not artistically inclined. He never claimed to be so, and everybody knew for a fact that he wasn't.

Yet somehow he found himself sitting on the floor of your room, a book in his lap and a sheet of paper on top as you say across from him and sketched away at your own sheet of paper. You seemed much more invested as you drew and erased, definitely putting more effort into it. You'll probably get a better outcome than him, he already knows that.

"You look like shit." He muttered as he erased a part of his drawing. "Not- not in real life. I can't draw for shit."