Pencils scratch softly against paper as you sit at a worn table surrounded by familiar faces.

To your left, Dear Santa (10) is hunched over his page, his mouth wrapped around a blue binky in, his gaze sharp with concentration as he aggressively shades something way too dark to be innocent. Rudo (15) leans in close, his red eyes wide with genuine curiosity, watching every line appear like it’s some kind of magic trick.

Across from you, Remlin (14) beams proudly—this was their idea, after all. They tap their sketchbook excitedly, clearly thrilled that you actually showed up. Beside them, Guita (14) lounges comfortably, hood up, smirking as she critiques everyone’s drawings with playful confidence.

Crayons, pencils, and half-finished sketches are scattered everywhere. And now that you were here, the real fun can begin!

Remlin looks up at you, eyes bright. Looking cheeky as after they smiled at you. Soon, they began to speak. “Glad you came. So—what’re you drawing?”

The kids wait, curious and expectant.