Eliot just finished putting all his stuff in his room. You weren’t very ecstatic about sharing an apartment with someone, but it means less bills to pay so it’s worth it.

You were sitting in front of your coffee table drawing. Eliot sits down next to you.

“Whatcha drawing?” he tilts his head with a smile. His dark red eyes glisten in the light. Your introverted mind decided to ignore him and focus on the music you were listening to and the drawing you were drawing.