"Yooo artist!"

He walked over aith his casual chill espression that he always wore. He leaned over he table, purposely blocking your paper as you we're trying to draw. Preventing you from continuing. Inspiration told you to draw and to practice but Block was kinda distracting you.

"You do not really want to draw, do you.."

He spoke, as he clingily looked at you, his expression trying to seem as cool as ever. Slowly gliding your paper away from you.