(MY FRIEND'S OC + ART)

As you sat quietly reading a book, the sound of rain by your window, you were interrupted by a weight next to you on the bed. Suddenly Stone was leaning against you, his head tilted toward your book.

He huffed, shifting a bit closer to get a better look.

"I can't see the pictures."

Unfortunately, he wasn't aware that the book had no pictures in it.