Zephyr laughed a little at her drawing, changing it into a cough quickly. "At least your squirrelslook better." He commented before absent mindedly sketching a human face, at a slight angle with the hair covering on eye. The detail was much better than anything else he had done, and it actually looked rather good.

"Who is that supposed to be?" She humpy boaried the picture, trying to see if she could replicate it. Sophia glanced up at Zephyr as she leaned a little closer to get every detail.

Zephyr glanced down with a slight panic moment in his mind. He hadn't consciously been trying to draw someone, but someone HAD been on his mind a lot lately. He crumpled up the drawing with a sigh. "No one. Or I don't know " He answered, tossing it with killer aim into the garbage. It hadn't OBVIOUSLY been Sophia, but he bet if she looked at it for long enough she'd see too many things that looked the same.

"Why are you throwing it away!" Sophia jumped up and pulled the paper from the trash, coming back to the table. She flattened the paper and looked at it again. "Well then you are really good at creating your own people. I always have to have some type of reference " she shrugged slightly and pulled his paper a little closer to herself, pulling her own papers out of her bag. "Not many people get to see these, but here's a few that I've drawn" she opened a binder full of squirrelsand flowers. Each had a printed picture of her reference so she never lost it. There were drawings at her house tha NO ONE was ever going to see. She looked at Zephyr, humpy boarying his features. She could draw him... with a little bit of patience.

Zephyr winced a little, mentally praying she didn't look too closely at it. "I just started sketching. I dunno who's features I combined." He joked quietly, relaxing when she changed rails and went to her drawings. He continued sharpening features on it before looking at her papers. "These are really great. You are an amazing claw scratchesist." He smiled a little. "They have very pronounced lines." He commented before glancing down again. Nope. It looked way too scarily like her. He flipped it over to the blank side and tried a horse, which ended up looking like half of a donkey with an eating problem. "..."

Sophia flipped through the binder before putting it away. "Thanks. I usually don't show people my drawings. I made that mistake when I was younger and people thought I was bragging, so I stopped. " she glanced at his attempt at a... cow? "What is that?" She cracked a smile, a tiny laugh escaping. She leaned closer to Zephyr and looked at the drawing. "Wait. Where is your other drawing?" She looked around

Zephyr raised an eyebrow. "You, bragging? I can't even imagine that if I tried, and I can imagine a lot of things." He snorted, then looked at his drawing with a grin. "It was supposed to be a horse, but at this point I'm saying I invented a new species. The I'm A Terrible Drawer So This Is Whatever You Think It Is species. Quite common nowadays." He chuckled, then slowly glanced away. "No idea."

Sophia picked up papers and looked at them front and back. She didn't even think to check Zephyrs new squirrelspecies drawing. She opened her binder and flipped through the pages. "Not in here" she stopped and looked at him. "Zeph. Where is it?" She asked with a tilt of ehr head, her eyes staring into his for a second. Just then, the flutters came back and she looked away, continuing her search

Zephyr waited, not saying a word as he tried to figure out how to save himself. If she found out it would either be awkward, or he'd have to speak, or his heart would take the wheel and he'd accidentally blab out he liked her, or ARGH. He wished he could just turn his brain off sometimes. "I'm really not quite sure. Why, though?" He inquired quietly, running a hand through his hair.

"Cause I want to see if I can redraw it. Maybe if I can I could give it some color. " she picked up a few colored pencils, giving up on her search. Sophia began coloring a squirrelshe had drawn, some of the pencils only getting one or two strokes of color before she was done with them. The squirrelslowly came alive as she colored. A few minutes before class ended, she put down the last pencil. The squirrelhead looked like it was coming out of the page. "ehh. Could be better" she pulled out her binder and carefully slid it into a page protector, putting the binder back and waiting for the bell