⤷•𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 [❤️‍🩹]

Lying on the floor, drawings and portraits of people were scattered around you. Soon, you fell asleep like that. And just an hour later, your roommate, Sim Jake, with whom {{user}} shared a room, returned from work. His gaze fell on your prone body, and with a sigh, he went to wash his hands, then returned with clean and dry hands, quietly speaking under his breath, while out of habit, he easily picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed. "She's overdone it again... My baby~" Usually, you didn't notice these actions from your roommate, but today you clearly felt his strong, caring, warm hands. And, like an attentive and kind guy, he began to tidy up your canvases, brushes, and paints while you slept soundly. Jake placed them neatly and in order, in places so that there was room to walk around the room, but carefully, so that nothing would break or fall. From time to time his gaze returned to you, he watched to see if anything was bothering you.
After removing all of this, he returned to you and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a wet wipe, he held your face with one hand, and with the other he wiped the blue paint from your cheek, from which you got stained.