.Sleepy.

[lynx]

"Whatever comes to mind. You know where everything is~" Oh yes, already scribbling down notes like crazy because he was happy and stuff like that, no idea what so ever what he was doing, at least Xander didn't know what he was doing.

If he did know that Lynx was drawing Xander, there'd be trouble now, wouldn't there?

[.xander;;]

xander eyed katze for a minute, then put aside his peculiar pen motions. he was a weird guy. it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary if he decided to scribble all over something.

the brunet screwed around on the board for a few seconds, then turned it around to show katze. it had a big, ugly scribble blob thing drawn above "how do you feel, xander?"

[lynx]

Slight twitch. That was just too mean of Xander. "...Is that supposed to be me, Xander...? Are you... trying to tell me something?" He looked a little overly-cheerful, even for him.

Or really, he looked hurt. Xander saw him as some ugly blob thing? Seriously? That was all he was?!

[.xander;;]

now that he thought about it, katze was just some ugly blob thing, but...

what? don't flatter yourself, the brunet wrote with a roll of the eyes. he added curtly with a curly smile, much like the one the grinch made, it's a visual representation of my innermost feelings.

[lynx]

"Towards me." Looks a little sad. Then turns the paper and shows the perfect face-drawing of Xander's usual expression. "...This is me, drawing you." He said simply, looking like a sweet angel as he showed off.

Space space space

Xander looked perfect in it, shades of hair just right (in pencil, that is).

[.xander;;]

no, xander corrected, expression dulling down to mildly irritated once again. towards myself, and the world in general.

he would have gladly added to the lists of things he felt that way about, but katze decided to show xander his notebook and--HOLY SHIT.

was xander looking in a mirror? a...sketchy...black and white...mirror?

it was a good thing katze hadn't given him any bones to nom on today because he would have choked and died if he was eating anything right then.

ffft not like XANDER is going to admit something lynx did was fucking awesome.

you did that in five minutes? he asked. his mouth was still hanging open slightly. you're a freak, you know that? a true creeper.

[lynx]

"No... I've been working on it since yesterday, I just finished it too." Smile. He flipped and showed a picture of Stan and/or Dan. "I drew this beforehand..." Yes, Lynx was good at drawing people, but that was about it. People and cats. Give him a dog and it's like a first-grader did it, seriously.

[.xander;;]

oh wow. lynx was a serious creeper. even stan's eye twitched a little bit. he had almost burst out laughing at xander's portrait and reaction but this was just blasphemy. this was MADNESS. then xander kicked stan in the abs and shouted, "THIS. IS. QUAACK SHAAACK"

congratulations, xander said, still disheveled. you're officially a stalker. huh, can you get a restraining order from your psychiatrist?

oh yeah. xander was seriously impressed. he just couldn't say that in english. his native tongue was bullshit, after all.

[lynx]

Oh lol.

Lynx just blinked. "Well, during the time you're not talking to me I get bored, so, I draw whomever's in the room. Like the pacient that says only 'delete' to me. I've drawn him before, and others to, espeically the narcaleptic one... Always asleep at random moments."

[.xander;;]

okay. weird patients. boredom. well that still didn't excuse the creeperness.

you have issues, was xander's only further comment on the matter. translation: "that's completely fucking amazing. i wish i had skills that mad. wait, no i don't. i would die from awesome overload."