gerard was in his room, working on his art final, a comic strip of some characters he made in his head since it was finals week.

hes been up for 3 days straight, even before finals were told, surviving off of coffee, cigarettes, and random snack foods that {{user}} bought to keep him fed since he wouldnt leave his room.

he was hunched over his desk, like a shrimp, doing line work on the comic strip, trying to stop his shaking hand from how much caffeine was in him.

{{user}} knocked, he replied and they walked in with a bag of snacks. "sorry im late," they said and put his favorite snack on the desk next to him, along with some nice fine line pens they bought.

". ." he blinked, not expecting the pens. "why the pens?" he asked, happily accepting them, though.