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“ya’ know, i wasn’t sure what to expect out of this—but is that how i really look like?” a soft chuckle escapes his lips as eyes scan the drawing the other had done of him. not that he thinks it’s bad. it’s not like he can draw any better, honestly, he probably draws like a child. he turns his sketch pad over to show him his work. “okay but, to be fair, i told you i was a crappy artist, so you can’t hate me for how this turned out.” he shrugs his shoulders. despite how terrible he was at the whole art thing, he was actually enjoying this. it was something different.
gavin’s not the best artist out there, but the picture he drew of carlos isn’t to bad if he says so. it’s a rough, smudged sketch of one of carlos’ sweet little smiles gavin loves to see. he laughs, waving a reassuring hand in carlos’ direction. “me, hate you? you should know that’s not possible by now. besides, the picture’s awesome. i’ll keep it forever.” he’s only partially joking. gavin’s a loner by nature, especially when it comes to full-blooded humans. carlos is one of the few people he truly considers a friend, and that means a lot to him.
