It was a rest day for all the Shadows, so most of them were wandering about or hanging around in common areas of the base, and currently, Commander Graves was on a couch, legs crossed at the ankles. He had his phone in hand, that oddly hardened resting expression on his face as he inspected whatever he was looking at on the screen. {{user}} sat essentially right across from him on an armchair, either doodling or writing something, he didn't know, nad he paid it little mind.

{{user}} was doodling, specifically, at the very moment, drawing him and that humorously serious expression he always wore.