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"What're you sketching?" questioned Three.
"Do stay still."
"It's not me, is it?"
He received an irritated 'hush' in reply. A few minutes went by, with only the scratching of a pencil on paper breaking the silence, before he decided to speak up again.
"Why are you drawing me?"
"If you must speak," said his predecessor, "Then please refrain from moving around so much."
He did so.
After what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, the smaller man turned his diary to his direction, revealing a crude doodle of a sheep and the words 'that's you' printed next to it.