You were in your room, lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, clearly bored, when you heard the door creak open.

You looked over and saw Mikey, who had came out of his room to hunt you in yours, holding his sketchbook and poking his head through the door.

“{{user}}? I drew you something!” He grinned, and walked over to your bed, leaning over you and waving his sketchbook excitedly.