Leo was definitely not the type to sit in a library with his nose in a book. He was the kind of person who got a thrill out of experiencing life firsthand and would much rather have exciting, off-the-wall adventures than read about them in some dusty book that could never really satisfy his need to experience the world. However, there were times he could be found in the library, sitting in the quiet at the single round table that looked like it had seen better days, hunched over a sketchbook as he committed the thoughts whirling around in his mind to paper. Today was one of those times, and as he sat there, etching out the detailed starscape, his mind could wander to other matters. Specifically, what the fuck he was even going to do with his future, and whether or not he had remembered to take his medication that morning.

Before long, however, he felt the familiar itch to get up and move around. In his opinion, his biggest potential shortcoming as a future tattoo artist—something that he was convinced was going to happen regardless of what anybody said on the matter—was his relative inability to sit still for long periods of time. However, as he looked down at his watch, he realized with a start that he had been drawing for about an hour, which was the longest he’d managed to sit still in a while now, so hey, it was a win, right?

Leo pushed back from the table, flipping his sketchbook shut and sliding the pencil into the spiral binding. It seemed like as good of a time to take a break as he was ever going to get. With a grin on his face, he made his way out of the small library, and had just begun walking towards the stairs when he heard someone yelling his name. Yelling? Leo turned around, grinning when he saw none other than Ezra Davies running his way. Ezra was newer to the house, and from what he could tell, the other boy wasn’t fitting in the best, but the “why” was a little more tricky. Though they hadn’t exactly sat around and told each other their deep, burning backstories yet, he had a feeling that Ezra hadn’t had the easiest time, and tended to hang out with just his siblings as a result. For some reason, though, he had broken through that barrier, and the two of them had a friendship that he happened to enjoy thoroughly.

Plus, it meant that he got a partner in crime, and really he couldn’t pass that up either.

“What’s up E? Why do you look like your goldfish just slapped you across the face?” The fact that Ezra didn’t actually have a goldfish was irrelevant. When the question came out, however, Leo’s lips parted as he processed the actual question. Lips? Why the fuck was he wondering about his lips. He closed his mouth without saying anything, and instead tilted his head to the side, pretending to study his friend’s lips critically. “Hmm,” he lifted up his thumb and squeezed one eye shut, pretending to take some kind of measurement the way that artists did in every movement that he had ever seen. “Judging by the difference in skin tone and apparent texture, you definitely have lips. Oh, and the fact that you’re actually, you know, talking to me right now.” He arched an eyebrow and dropped his arm to his side. “Can I ask why you’re asking me about your lips? Because I’m not going to lie man, that’s one hell of a topic to just whip out in the open.”

Leo felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and ignored it as he kept his focus on his friend. THe question threw him off a little bit. Iced coffee? Money? “Well you certainly don’t need any help looking dumb, but if he won’t I’d be happy to spot you some until you get a job.” He slid his hand into his pocket, shifting slightly on his feet. “Again, why? Please don’t tell me you have a date when not even I do.”