-Hoopla lol-

Bubbles was in the kitchen prepping dinner, she had left everyone else who randomly came and went as they pleased. The only constant thing was Brick's random habit of popping into the room she was in and scaring the crap out of her. He seemed to magnetize to whatever room she was in. She assumed it was because the others were off doing god knows what with each other. So she was the only one other than him who was just doing their own thing.

She did hang out with everyone else at one point. They all had sat in the living room at one point in the middle of the day and watched random movies until the ones with sexual intentions wanted to start up something. Her and Brick just left to their own area's and stayed far away.

Bubbles had just decided that she was gonna do her own thing, but still enjoy the company of the house being full of people for once. She wondered what Brick was doing now, because he randomly said he needed to go to the guest room and hadn't returned for a little bit. She wondered if he was gonna pop up soon and randomly hang out with her again.

"What are you doing?" Like right now, Bubbles jumped and almost dropped her knife. Brick chuckled and leaned against the counter. She looked at him, he changed his clothes, but he still hadn't bothered to put a shirt on. His eyes were focused on her hands. She noticed his sketchbook in his.

"I'm making dinner... I didn't have anything to do, so I thought I would cook something..." She was in the middle of cutting carrots, potatoes, green beans and snow peas.

"What are you making?" He asks, just sitting on a chair close by. He was already starting to stare at her and she already felt distracted.

"I'm making a roast chicken and mixed vegetables..." Bubbles opens the oven to show him the chicken. He looked intrigued enough. She was in the process of destemmihg the peas.

"You cooking looks strangely cute... It's very entertaining..." Brick flipped open his sketchbook and randomly started drawing something , she couldn't see exactly what it was. She blushed at his comment, she didn't know why he thought that. She thought that she looked like a normal person, but apparently not to him.

"I don't want to order out the entire time... I have food in the freezer and fridge... So I wanted to cook..." Bubbles moved the vegetables to a tray and generously covered them in olive oil, lightly spicing them and then she put it in the oven along with the chicken. She moves on to washing dishes and surprisingly, she saw Brick standing next to her when she was halfway through finishing.

"Would you like some help?..." He offered and she shook her head. Bubbles found housework therapeutic sometimes. This was one of those times. It was nice that he thought to offer, even if it looked like he didn't really care about anything.

"No, I don't need help... But thank you for offering..." He nods and goes back to sitting down and sketching. She felt his eyes on her far more than usual and when she finished, she turned around to see him intently staring at her. She still didn't know what he was drawing. He was focusing hard and his brow furrow in concentration. Whatever he was drawing engrossed his attention quitea lot.

Butch came into the kitchen doorway, his hair very messy but he wasn't looking at anyone but Brick. His eyes became playful and he smirks at the very focused artist in front of him. "Dude... I never expected you to draw anything that isn't dark and dreary..." Butch chuckled and walked over to him. He then glanced at the page in disbelief.

"What are you so surprised by?" Bubbles asked awkwardly, she didn't know why he was so into Brick's drawing.

"He's... Drawing you... And it's really fucking good..." Butch raised a brow, he gets way to close and Bubbles can feel Brick's increasing agitation. Butch's odd fascination with the drawing made her blush now that she knew the subject matter of it. He was apparently far too close, because she saw Brick's left brow start twitching as well as his left hand. Butch is almost an inch away, Brick finally snaps and slams the sketchbook face down on the table now glaring at him.

"I told you to stop interrupting me while I'm sketching... Remember our agreement... I let you parade around to do whatever you want and you never impede on my creativity... Your incessant staring is very annoying... If you keep doing that I'm going to stab you with my pencil..." Brick said in warning. Butch smirks. He seemed to always enjoy making Brick's emotionless exterior crack.

"May I ask why you were drawing me?" Bubbles asked awkwardly. She was absolutely shocked to think that he was drawing her.

"You were a great specimen... You're very still... You're also very quiet... i can concentrate properly around you..." Brick shrugs and Butch was still looking at him with a smirk.

"Something tell me that's your version of fapping material..." Butch joked and Brick uses his thumb to hit pressure point on Butch's leg to charile horse him. Butch lets out a a barrage of curse words. He has to hold himself up on the chair next to him.

"I believe that what I use as "Fapping material" doesn't really concern you..." Brick glares at him again.

"I'm going to learn that shit from you one god damn day and use it on you! That pressure point shit fucking hurts!" Butch yells with a glare in return.

"Who said that I was gonna ever teach you... Kinda gives me an advantage... Don't you think?" Brick now smirks, Butch rolls his eyes.

"You're a fuckin bitch... I'm going back to Blossom... At least she won't cripple me from just her fingertips..." Butch pouts and leaves the kitchen.

"Wear protection you idiot! The last thing the world needs is for you to procreate!" Brick calls behind him.

"Go to hell!" Butch shouts from another room.

"Good idea! I'm taking you with me! We'll get front row seats on the way there and sing the wheels on the bus like happy little faries!" Brick shouts sarcastically and Butch responds a loud groan of annoyance. Bubbles has to hold back laughter at his very weird comebacks and insults. They got super strange or creative depending on the person and situation.

Bubbles and Brick lock eyes, he puts down his pencil and gets up. He then randomly reached a hand out and took her chin in his hand, he was now analyzing her face. He was staring at her so seriously, Bubbles was having a small fit of anxiety with how close he got to her. He did this for a total of 5 minutes before he hummed quietly.

"Why are you doing that?..." Bubbles asked with a bright red blush.

"I wanted to get a close up look at your facial features... I was intrigued and thought I should... You have the most cemetrical nose I have ever drawn... " Brick said, he looked so focused.

"Is... Is that a good thing?" Bubbles asked shyly, her hand gripped the counter behind her.

"It makes your facial features look very proportionate... You look very pleasing to the eye... I've never seen it before..." Brick was doing his weird version of complementing her.

"Uh... Thank you..." Bubbles blushed, that was sweet in his own quirky and strange way.

"You have really long eyelashes... They're very defined, naturally black and very curly... It brings ou your eye color..." He brought a finger to lightly touch her eyelashes. She lightly flinched.

"Um... I don't know if I should feel strange or flattered..." Bubbles was starting to giggle at him.

"Hey art whore! Stop caressing her face and let her make food!" Butch shouts from the living room.

"Hey actual whore! Can it, shove it and shut up! I'm not caressing her face, I'm studying her features so I can draw properly!" Brick shouts back rolling his eyes. He lets her face go and goes to sit back down.

"I've never heard complements like that before..." Bubbles blushed, she had never been complemented at all actually.

"Flattering your muse makes them comfortable with you drawing them..." Brick shrugs.

"Your muse?" Bubbles didn't expect him to call her his muse.

"Something about you... It just made me feel like drawing you..." Brick shows her the drawing and she gasps, it was so realistic that it looked like a photograph.

"Wow..." She was absolutely amazed by his level of talent.

"I don't draw portraits often, I haven't found someone of interest... Do you mind if I come back here this week to make a couple more portraits? I need them for my portfolio..." He asked, his face was neutral, but his voice held intrigue. Bubbles was shy, but she remembers his generous offer to spend Christmas with her.

" Of course... You have been very helpful to me..." Bubbles nods, the timer to the oven finally goes off. She served everyone for dinner and noticed that Brick was staring at her with what looked like his version of gratitude. He got her attention after dinner and said he needed to ask a couple of questions.

"I'm going to grab a couple items I'd like to put on you to wear when I come to make those portraits... Is that okay with you?" He asks and she nods.

"As long as they aren't inappropriate..." She blushed at the thought of that.

"I'm not asking for naked miss shyness... I just want portraits..." He chuckled at her.

"Okay..." Bubbles smiled.

-I don't know why I wanted him to draw her, but now it's a thing! Lol!-