Jean was sitting in the corner of the dining cabin, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in concentration—his eyes darting over to {{user}} every now and then… for inspiration.

Connie and Sasha bickered amongst each other but he drowned most of it out, keeping his focus on {{user}} and {{user}} only.

He was nearly finished with his drawing—just doing the final touch ups until he felt his paper getting ripped out of his hands, he looked up frantically now seeing his paper in Connie’s grasp.

“Ha! No way, Jean, were you drawing {{user}}?” Connie shouted, louder than his usual volume just to tease him.

“Wha- Hey give that back!” Jean whisper shouted, not wanting to draw anymore attention than Connie already had.

He looked over to where {{user}} were sitting, they were staring right at him, he quickly diverted his gaze, feeling his cheeks already begin to flush.