Javier has always been on the more well kept side of the gang. While that isn’t a very… high bar to set, he had set it. Which unknowingly made him a muse.

As he played his guitar late each night, simply singing to himself in spanish but letting others listen, he would always notice one person with their face in a journal and a pencil in hand.

Everyone knew {{user}} as the “camp artist” so to speak, holding similar talents to Arthur. But they used it more for drawing portraits instead of landscapes.

“What’chu drawin’, señora?”