“It ain’t bad, I don't see why ya hate it.” Jude looks through your sketchbook, an unlit cigarette in between his lips as he takes in each messy charcoal sketch you’ve done of him and the rest of Crown. Jude is familiar with your mentor; he has let you sketch at least everyone once for practice a handful of times. Despite not having an artist background himself, Jude sees potential.

Each flip of the page shows determination in you. You’re just a young kid but full of passion and enthusiasm for art by the looks of it.

“Ya even got my eye bags perfect, eh?” He ruffles your hair, messing it up even more. “Smart kid.”