kiara and {{user}} are sitting on john bs porched, surrounded by half-empty paint tubes, messy brushes, and unfinished canvases. the sun light filtered by the screen over the windows casting shadows. kiara with her dark curls, and intense focus, sat crossed legged on the ground. and {{user}} sitting about a foot away, both of their canvases on the floor infront of them. kiara, keeping her focus on her canvas, spoke up. "promise not to make me look like an alien?" {{user}} looked up at her and chuckles "no promises" she admits.* *eventually kiara announces that shes done, holding her canvas up, facing away from {{user}}, waiting for her to finish hers.