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*Eecheb seemed to be wandering about absent mindedly for the moment, not a care in the world. The boy was just happy to have some freedom for now, though just how free and for how long was the question. It was likely the children would be allowed a few more days of freedom before punishment. If they went into it in a bad mood who knows what might happen, more than likely a fight or several*

Eecheb: ~.~

*Meanwhile inside of the warehouse still, Trilla was running about looking for anything to pry the paint lids off. By now Micha had reached the cans, and just stood staring at them blankly. It wasn't much for help, so far but anything was possible*

Micha: . . .

*Right now, Eecheb was just content tipping over trash cans. The loud crash of the cans to the street over shadow Fenton's squeaking with their own sounds. As of yet, Eecheb didn't notice Fenton at all; the boy's tail sways back and forth in a rhythem*

Eecheb: o__o || Bang! whee Hehehehe.

*By now Trilla was almost back from running all the way around the wearhouse, only to come back empty handed. Micha looked like he was just standing up again, so he was probably taking a closer look at the paint cans*

Trilla: ~.~ || Trilla could't find anything~

Micha: . . .

*Still to engroused will his fun, Eecheb proceeds to kick over another garbage bin and smiles again when it makes a loud crashing sound once it hits pavement. The metal thump went relatively unnoticed; Eecheb's tail continues to sway back and forth again, as if taunting the little whomper. If it was anything like the last time, grabbing hold of it would gain a response*

Eecheb: whee Eh hehe~

*Trilla had in the meantime finally come back, to Micha and the paint cans. She was determined to get those lids off no matter what, to get to the paint inside. Was there red among them? The child just had to know*

Trilla: ~.~ || Trilla couldn't find anything to-- || o.o Ahh! How did Micha get them open?!

*Indeed it was true, when Trilla had opened her eyes fully, it looked as if every lid had been removed. There seemed to be strange little marks on the edges of the lids, and Micha's right hand was now hidden under his robe's sleeve, whatever he had used was now hidden. If one were to be quick enough to look, then they would catch sight of five thin red somethings, retreating under the robe, and slowly disappearing*

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb blinks, and his tail starts to swing differently, the boy looks over his shoulder finally taking note of the small creature ontop of a fallen garbage can. Eecheb didn't turn to face Fenton, he merely looked over his shoulder*

Eecheb: >.>; ? What do you want?

*Trilla was now more giddy, seeing as how the lids were finally off. The girl leans over to see the various colors, the most comon being brown. Seeing as how Micha wasn't going to answer her question she just let it go, though it was still some great feat to open the lids when they were sealed tight. Micha remains as he is, merely standing and doing little else for now*

Trilla: o.o Hnn... Can Micha see red paint?

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb would continue to merely stare over his shoulder, if thw whomper wanted more, it would have to do something*

Eecheb: e.e;; Nnga...

*Finding something close enough to red a wine colored paint, Trilla takes the handle and lifts the paint can up and takes it over to a long and empty wall in the wearhouse before coming back and dragging Micha back over to it*

Trilla: 4laugh Trilla is going to paint...! Micha should paint too!

*Squating down close to the can on paint, Trilla sticks her entire hand into the can and swished her hand around stiring up the paint. Micha stood by and watched blankly as always. Once Trilla was done, she pulled her hand from the can of paint, which was now completley covered in the stuff and dripping on the floor of the warehouse. With no brushes Trilla was going to paint with her hand? But what would she paint? That was soon answered when her hand "glooped" to the side of the wall and Trilla started to move her hand about in random patterns*

Trilla: whee Paint feels funny! heart

Micha: . . .

*The only warning sign to be seen on the paint cans was "Danger, Flamable", other than that, there was little next to nothing*

*After another moment, Eecheb sighs at the small creature and turns around to it completely, just staring. Just what did it want? It did want something right? It had to want something, but Eecheb couldn't figure out what. The boy's wings all flex slightly in light frustration at Fenton*

Eecheb: =.= ?

*By now Trilla had run down the side of the wearhouse and made a fifteen foot red and drippy streak, then turned around and dragged her hand the other way until back at the can of paint. Micha was still standing like a lump doing nothing at all, and Trilla couldn't have that, after all she had said that both she and Micha were going out to play, not that she was going to play and Micha was going to stand and stare at air. Still, getting Micha to participate wasn't going to be easy, or was it?*

Trilla: 4laugh Micha paint too!

Micha: . . .

Eecheb: stare What's up with this thing anyways?

*Eecheb stares at Fenton, from out of the corner of his eye. The creature wasn't doing to terribly much for the boy other than taking up sholder space. He wasn't really having his own fun anymore. Back in the warehouse on the other hand, Trilla had managed to force Micha's left hand into the can of paint, completely saturating his hand, and glove. The boy was now looking at his drippy hand, odds were he didn't like it much but then again who could say, no one really knew too much about Micha, he was..... different*

Micha: . . . . .

Trilla: 4laugh Micha paint too! Paint, paint, paint! heart

*Infront of the boy was an open canvas of sorts, an unpainted and smooth surface to use to create anything he desired, if he desired to paint anything at all. As it was he seemed forced into it, the boy might just let the paint dry onto his hand and get it removed later when it was discovered that he and his sister were now a mess*