She sighed when he left the room for his grandmother. Thinking nothing bad could of happened. She looked at Sheba, watching her stomach rise and fall as she slept on her back, and looked for the occasional twitch of her tail. The dog let out a soft growl from it's slumber, her back feet stretching out. She smiled a little at her. She felt Fang get back on the couch, her eyes slowly drifted back to him.<br/>Her eyes immediately shot to the snake. Watching it with calm eyes, the flick of it's tongue and beady black eyes, made her squirm with delight. She thought the snake was cute when it wrapped around Fang's neck.<br/>Her eyes followed the colors of the snake, going along black and orange all the way down his tail. His eyes carefully watching her. She figured he was a Tangerine Honduran Milksnake.<br/>"No, it doesn't bother me at all..."<br/><br/>She smiles one last time at the snake, and looks at his laptop, watching his ideas unfold in the small helvetica font. Her eyes soon wandering up at him, as he stands with a curiosity welling in her. When he asked if she wanted tea she nodded in a complacent gesture. She watches him leave and again is left alone with her thoughts. She looks down at the table studying his drawing, the drawing etched in her mind. The scene's details becoming sudden thoughts in her mind. She felt as if she was in that forest, looking at the fate that the creature had in store for her.<br/>Her mind snapped out of it as Fang talked to her.<br/>"No...it's not disturbing in the slightest." She looked at him, "In fact I really like it."<br/><br/>As Fang's grandmother came into the room her vision shifted to her, she let out a friendly smile.<br/>"That sounds great to me." She said before she left the room.<br/>She looked back at Fang her smile fading a little.<br/>"As I was saying, I really like your drawing. The detail is just incredible, I felt like I was really there..." Her thumbs twiddled together slightly. She took her hands and ruffled into her backpack that laid against the left arm of the couch. She took out a worn sketchbook, handing it to him.<br/>"I sketch as well..."<br/><br/>She smiled watching him thumb through the countless pages of drawings. Most of them consisted of people at school, and how she really saw them. Some others included detailed sceneries and anime. When he stopped on the last drawing she slightly turned red. He may not of known it, but it was him.<br/>The drawing was unfinished, but the lines stood clear. It was a man in the pale moonlight, turning around to look behind him. His eyes glowing slightly. His hair was a bit longer than Fang's but still the facial features resembled his nonetheless. It was a work in progress, but it was still the best thing she had ever drawn.