i brought down the sky for you [open]

[dylan]

Dylan sat in the shade of the great oak, his back leaning against the rough bark. He was dressed in loose, black skinny jeans, and a colorful band shirt. His black hair hung almost in front of his blue eyes, which were focused on what he was holding. He had a thick sketchbook, flipped open onto a clean page, and it was balancing on his thighs. In his right hand he held an art pencil, absentmindedly playing with it while grasping for inspiration. The day was nice and warm, but the shade of the huge tree kept him at a nice temperature. He was content. Slowly, he began sketching out an undecipherable shape.

[Huey Léon]

Huey walked up to the great oak, holding his hands behind his head. He was wearing jeans, sunglasses, and his lucky tan jacket over a t-shirt for his band, Frozen Fingertips. He stopped directly in front of Dylan and looked down on him with and unreadable expression. "Yo. How ya doin' today?" he said, as if this person in front of him weren't a complete stranger.