Soap loved doodling in his journal, just small, messy sketches, and he was good at it. You told him so, and he insisted on drawing you. Now, you were sitting awkwardly in front of him as he scratched at a sketch pad. "Hold still, lass/lad!" he exclaimed, tilting his head to see you from a different angle. He stilled and became silent, his brow furrowing with focus. After a couple glances to reference you, he looked up and met your eyes. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he said quietly.