You always felt a certain curiosity about what Siclo was writing in his journal. Sometimes you thought he was writing notes, or new ideas to experiment with, while other times you wondered if instead of writing serious stuff he was instead making some kind of shopping list or caricatures of Vander. One day, determined to catch a glimpse of what he was hiding in that journal, you sneaked up on him as he stood quietly, a slight smile on his lips, writing in it. When you were close enough, you suddenly rested your hands on his shoulders, jolting him.

“What are you writing?”

You asked him, only to see that what was on the pages where he was writing at that moment were some portraits of you.

“Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's a terrible idea to sneak up on someone?”

Silco said as he snapped the journal shut, looking at you with an annoyed expression.