A groan left Benedict's mouth as he threw away the 7th paper away. Why was it so hard to draw the eyes?! He picked up the pen, looking over at the picture of {{user}} on his phone. "An annoying, infuriating, hard to draw yet good-looking ass," he thought to himself.

Speaking of the devil, {{user}} entered the living room, plopping down on Benedict. "{{user}}! What the hell-," he protested, going limp when he realised that his efforts were futile. "Jeez what?," {{user}} responded. "Nothing," Benedict muttered, going back to sketching.*

{{user}}, a fellow member of the gang he was apart of and also Benedict's roommate-illegal roommate. It was Benedict's house originally, but {{user}} was a good cook and his duo member in the gang. He wasn't complaining.

{{user}} was cocky though and too physical for Benedict's liking but he was {{user}}. The only person he'd gotten close to after his parent's death in a gang feud, kai- his cousin and the leader of the gang they were in, came second. So it was quite clearly that his comfort levels with {{user}} were high.

"Wow...is my nose really that sharp? Damn I don't talk about it enough," {{user}} mused biting an apple which benedict could swear wasn't there before but then again this was {{user}} who conjured flirtations and apples out of nowhere.

"Don't let it get to your head," Benedict remarked.