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Re: Fill : 23rd Meteor Street (6/?)

[kumaria7]

Rey was holding out her paper sheet in front of her, turning it slightly to the right before grimacing. “It’s so pretty in my head, but whenever I’m putting in on the paper it all comes out wrong.”

Poe, Finn and Rey were sitting on the couch, with Finn in the middle. BB-8 had somehow found a way to tuck himself between Rey and Finn, and the latter was petting the dog’s back. Poe looked up from his writing, and stared at Rey’s drawing. “It’s not that bad. Better than what I could do.”

“But you haven’t spent the last three weeks practicing your drawing!” Rey said. She sank into the couch, seeming genuinely upset by her perceived lack of progress.

“It takes a lot longer than that before you can draw things the way you want to” Finn explained. “If you feel bad, just look at what your drawings looked like three weeks ago.” Finn stood up and went to his room, coming back with his drawing pad. “I used to throw out the old stuff, but when you keep them you see from how far you’ve come”. He opened the pad and showed off his older drawings at Rey. “See?”

“Yeah.” They went through the most recent of Finn’s drawings as well. “You’ve drawn a lot more stuff since you moved in, Finn”, Rey remarked. “It’s the buzzing creative atmosphere!” she said cheerfully. Maybe it was because of that, Finn thought. Rey had helped too. She had explained that she had a lot of Internet friends, and that she had shared Finn’s web comic page to the ones that could be interested. As such, visits had doubled, and he had felt a little bit more pressure to break the hiatus. He had wondered if it wasn’t going to impact the comic’s quality, but Rey had reassured him, telling him that she thought his new stuff was even better than the pre-hiatus part.

A drawing escaped from the pad, and Poe caught it with before it could land on the floor. He held out in front of him. “The Nightingale” he read out before handing the drawing back to Finn. “Who’s the Nightingale?” Rey asked, leaning towards the drawing. “It’s a new character for the web comic” Finn explained. “Based on Orpheus. He uses a hybrid weapon between a bow and a harp, and he can manipulate sound waves. To break stuff or something. I’m not really sure on his skillset, yet. I was also thinking of him using his music to influence people’s emotions, but maybe that’s a bit too much.”

“I like his clothes”, Rey said. Finn had drawn him with a dark blue hunting hat sporting a single silver feather, an assorted short blue cape, a large white shirt with puffed sleeves, skinny red and black striped leather pants, and black ankle boots. “And he’s cute, too! My friends are going to love him, Finn.” She looked at the drawing, then suddenly her eyes widened, and she looked up at Poe, grinning at him. Poe’s eyebrows creased, and he went back at the drawing, and then back to Rey, face reddened.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Finn asked. “It’s nothing, Finn, really!” Rey answered joyfully, holding back her laughter.

It only hit Finn a few hours later, as he was classifying his drawings in his room after Rey had left them for the night. He looked back at the drawing again, squinting his eyes, and finally realized he had more or less turned Poe Dameron into one of his characters.

“The nose is all wrong” he sighed, before pulling an eraser out of his pencil case.