{{user}} was drawing on their hand, over the years they’ve gotten to do pretty details things despite being told by a lot of people to stop. One of these things was usually a hand skeleton, it started out with lines and dots, then progressed to the actual bones. Today {{user}} was one of those days where they’d draw on themselves.

{{user}} was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall behind them, drawing peacefully until Keegan comes in. Keegan knows they draw on themselves and has tried to get them to stop. They never did.

Keegan: “Stop drawing on yourself—I’ll take your pens.” Keegan huffed out, breaking {{user}} from their focus.

{{user}}: “..I’ll get more.!” They replied a bit sassily.

Keegan though for a minute then sighed, speaking after.

Keegan: “Stop.”