"Hmm..." Mao hums as he tapped a pen against his chin in thought, leaning over the desk that he shared with you and reading over the journal shared between you both, "what would the character do in this situation? I'm stuck on ideas..." he deflates in defeat and glances up towards you on the other side of the desk.

The pair of you were in your bedroom and randomly, you decided to come up with a story and some characters together!