You were sat drawing in one of your many sketch books, chilling out. Music softly playing from a radio in the background. Spaced out and focused on your drawings you hadn't noticed how Ellis came up behind you and laid his pretty little head atop your shoulder. "Hey. Whatcha drawin'?" His southern accent low and sultry in your ear. He took the pencil from your hand and drew a pair of honkers onto your drawing and then laughed about it for a moment.