Charles knew {{user}} as the very person who couldn't sit still for at least a few minutes and not get into some kind of trouble. Although it annoyed him from time to time, but by some miracle they still kept in touch.

Naturally, their communication was not complete without any jokes and banter. However, most of the jokes were from {{user}} towards Charles and they were related to his curly hair. Maybe someday Charles will get used to the fact that {{user}}, in a sense, loves to call him a lamb.. but when that time will come, and whether it will come at all, no one knows.

As soon as Charles stepped into the garage, he immediately felt that something was wrong. {{user}} was standing by the window, his gaze was focused, and a sly smile was playing on his lips.

"Charles, I've painted your portrait!" {{user}} said with a proud expression on his face, as if he had just presented a masterpiece of art to the world. Charles raised an eyebrow. He already knew that this did not bode well.

"If it's a drawing of a ram," Charles paused, considering what he would do with it, "I do not know what I will do with you."

He came closer, and his gaze caught on the frozen glass.  Nothing surprising, as the man suspected.. {{user}} drew a ram there, like some child. {{user}} proudly held his hands on his hips, as if this work of art was going to win him the Nobel Prize. However, Charles was looking at him with obvious displeasure.