![]() ![]() It was silent for a little while, then Tom walked in. He mentally slapped himself for being so obvious. Suddenly, you coughed, bringing him out of his trance. Your slightly crooked nose from the time you broke it falling off the swing set, your tongue sticking out and the slight frown you had while you concentrated, your cheekbones, the way the light made your H/C hair shine, and your determined eyes. ![]() "I bet." Benny muttered, subconsciously staring at you. And it's pretty good." You shrug and shade Phoenix's nose. "How many have you done, Y/N?" Benny asked, trying to peek at your drawing. Benny was sitting cross-legged on the ground while you were on a loveseat. You were sketching a picture of your dog, Phoenix, while talking. You had learned from your father before he died and was quieted, and you were actually quite good. You were an erosion artist, and you took over for Rob Sachetto when he was tortured, died, and turned. You were over at Benny's house talking about your new job. And Benny wouldn't admit it, but he had been harbouring a little crush on you since then. You and Benny had been best friends since you both were ten. ![]() So imma go ahead and do a Benny Inura imagine, but it will not follow the book exactly. ![]()
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