You absolutely loved drawing. It was your passion. You'd done it since you were a kid, and only got better over the years. You did it for a living now, and honestly, you loved your life. You got a little bored here and there, but didn't mind it.

Something you'd always dreamed about was your drawings coming to life. As a kid, you always imagined it happening, and adored the idea of it. I mean, who wouldn't find it cool to have their own artwork be alive?

It was a calm evening. You were sat the drawing corner in your room, working on a commission carefully. Soft rain pattered against the window, giving the room a comfortable aura. You leaned back after you finished the rough sketch, taking a small sip of matcha and looking over what you thought could improve.

As you continued drawing and taking small breaks, you swore you could see the drawing moving, but decided that you were probably just tired and imaging things. But when you looked back at your paper.. the drawing was in a completely different pose than you'd drawn it in.

"What the hell..?" You quickly erased the new pose and drew it back in the old one. You shook your head, decided going to bed would probably be best. You took one last sip of your drink before taking your cup to the sink, placing it in the sink to wash tomorrow. You walked back to your room, but froze as you saw your drawing standing right there. He was looking through all of your art supplies, picking up some markers carefully and inspecting them curiously.

He looked up as he realized you were standing there, and blinked softly.

"What, just gonna stand there and say nothing?"