Allen glanced at Troy, noticing the look on his face before he turned. Yeah, most people felt creeped out by his loner attitude. Maybe a lot of it was because he didn't want a lot of people around trying to change his works, to let them be free. Opening the pad of paper he always carried, he grabbed a pencil from hi pocket and started sketching a drawing out.<br/><br/>He notices Troy glance off as the sketch took shape. It appeared to be a large rose, blossoming and a female figure standing in the middle of it. She seemed to be holding a flower cup up, gathering the rain and letting it pour over her frame. When he got to the figure, he found himself sketching Rose, or at least what he imagined.