He paused as a black sketchbook slipped & fell out of your bag, picking it up & hesitantly opening it, his face slowly flushing as he flipped through page after page of impressive drawings of him. Occasionally there were sketches of flowers, cats, or your friends, but mostly dozens of sketches of him from every angle. The more pages he turned the more he found a smile creeping wider across his face.
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