*did we mention her typist fails?*

*here's a Theia, anyway, twenty-nine years old as of a month and a half ago, stretched out on a couch on her back, sketchbook in her lap, occasionally stopping what she's doing to watch her subjects, also known as two naked mole rats darting around the arm of the couch opposite to the one she's leaned against (one of them is about twice the size of the other and they appear fascinated by pulling the threads out of the couch cover)*

*she encourages being bothered, yes, especially by family*

*and the female half of the amazing twenty-eight-year-old only-recently-outed-as-Hadesspawn duo can be found flopped sideways on a couch, legs slung over the armrest, sneakers tossed at the foot of the couch, sketchbook in her lap, twirling a pencil between her fingers (she has a spare one stuck behind her ear) -- on the page in front of her is a rough sketch of a fish (one of Leo's many, if anyone knows of such things -- more specifically, Xenon the zebrafish) to which she is attempting to add detail from memory (she has many, many pages of fish sketches)*

*this is really just her way of killing time -- absolutely anyone is welcome to happen by*