Doesn't matter. It's my own OTP

Explanation:
I joined an SCP roll play fourm.
I play the one on the left, Lola Nova. Another person plays the on the right, Mothman. He's a recon agent that captures SCP's and does security. She is a Jr. Researcher/ intern.

This was inspired by a conversation on the site between the two:
[This part I accidentally deleted and am waiting for him to send me a copy of his side]
Mothman knocks on Lola's door. "Hey, Lola can I talk to you for a second."

"Sure come on in. Please ignore the mess."

Mothman stumbles in with an empty bottle of vodica in his hand. His speech is slurred. He takes an empty seat in her desk chair.

Lola gently takes the empty bottle out of his hand an puts it in the trash.
[Missing part. Mothman tells Lola to call him Griffin, just not to go blabing it out. She says it might not be the best idea, incase his name slips out. He tells her that she reminds him of his dead girlfriend. Lola says that she is sorry that that happened and that she reminds him of her. She then makes him her "Pipe bomb espresso, coffee so good it will blow your mind," to try to sober him up. He keeps talking about life before joining the army and then joining the SCP Foundation. Says something about wanting a family and rests his hand on her knee. She has been blushing most of the conversation and she scoots away from his touch. Scoots back when he says that life some times doesn't seem worth living because he losed his girlfriend. She tries to cheer him up. She gets frusterated and says, "Living for love is dumb." "Live for a tallent you posses that doesn't need any other stimulus to to make you happy" He says his tallent is killing.] [Rest is copied strait from the messages]

She looks him in the eyes and says "A talent is something that comes natural to you. You where not born a killer.
My tallent is applying the Fibinachi sequence to 2D representations of 3D and 4D objects"

Him:"........ I paint..."

She brightens up. "Me too! one sec." She rummages through her closet and brings out 2 small, blank canvases. (2ftx2ft) and a tool box filled with tubes of paint.
"Shall we?"

"I'm too drunk to paint, I think..... " He reaches for the brush and feels the bristles.

"Well I'll tell you it's abstract when your sober, hehehhehe."

He starts to slowly paint small patterns on the canvass, eventually turning the shapes into the form of a woman sitting in a chair reading a book. The strokes are delicate and vibrant, even drunk, the picture begins to take shape. He says nothing as he continues, his eyes focused on this one task.

Lola stops half way through her painting and watches him paint.
"She's beautiful"

"...Its you....." He whispers.

Lola looses control of her mouth,"ah-bla- wa- fum-ble' chi- Ah-Hem! Uh- You are an amazing artist. No, really! All that detail!... ... ..."Wheels start turning in her head"... oh no... Do you-?......oh dear... ...Look, I'll always have your back, and I will always be there as a shoulder to cry on and everything- but I need to get to know myself first before I get all romantic with someone else."

Mothman chuckles and stands up before walking towards the door- "Understandable. I'll have your back as well."

"Cool." She wisperes. "Don't you want to keep this? Maybe add to it later?" She asks.

"Its for you...." He closes the door behind him and leaves.

*Lola quickly opens the door to call to Mothman* Thank you Grif- *Stops to see if any one else is around and continues softer* Thanks Griffin. Good night.