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*So Thanatos was considered to be weird? A concept Micha probably couldn't understand, but perhaps in time he would. Thanatos had to learn on his own, but why? This was his home aswell wasn't it? So why would no one teach him what he needed to know? Nana was there, as was Mastema, so why? This was something else the boy probably couldn't understand. The same home and the same people in that home, and yet Thanatos was being left out where he and his siblings were not*

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb blinks hearing the thuds, then getting curious slowly starts sneaking towards the source of the sounds. His tail sways back and forth as one would expect a cat's tail to do when stalking its prey*

Eecheb: o_____o Heh heh heh... something to play with.

*This "uncle", "brother" to Mastema, "father", certainly did talk a lot and about Thanatos. To Micha, Sho would probably seem to be the strange one, someone who had lived in the citadel for as long as he had been alive, and yet he had only seen him twice now. From the sounds of it, Sho was more reclusive than Thanatos was, did he even stop to think about it himself?*

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb finally catches sight of Fenton rolling about, then gets an idea. He still had paint all over him and still looked like a paint monster, now he could have some fun for sure. Leaning over a fallen beam, Eecheb gets a better look at Fenton who was rolling about trying to get the now mostly dried paint off himself. More than likely one of the children could be a help and pull the paint off of the small creature*

Eecheb: <.<; || You're still messy too?

*Trilla was just by the entrance to this part of the ruins, sitting in a slightly shady patch*

Trilla: ~__~

*Micha probably wouldn''t be able to unterstand the mental image of an old man, never having seen what most consider old. To Micha, Slayer probably didn''t look "old" either, and that would probably make the man smile. Sho complained about not receiving visitors, but if he didn''t invite people over, if he didn''t go out and show people that he was still around, then how were they to know? Keeping isolated from family was what Sho was doing even if not on pourpose, so maybe Micha''s visit would inspire him to get out a little more, and remind those in the citadel that he was still alive and kicking*

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb blinks at the small creature, it was still apperently upset with him over their earlier meeting. Eecheb was slighty mad at Fenton aswell for putting a huge splotch of paint on his robe, to make him dirty. Narrowing his eyes slightly, and flexing his wings, Eecheb goes back to watching Fenton smack himself senseless on the floor and wall*

Eecheb: --.--; || It''ll take forever if you do it that way, you know. This stuff you put on me is sticky, and doesn''t come off easy.

*The tips of one of Eecheb''s hands was covered in black paint. At one point while in the ruin, Eecheb had tried to rub the paint off, to no avail*

*Well what else could Micha do, but listen? It's not like he ever said anything, so listening was all that there was. With Sho, apperently finished with his rant, now the boy could sit in relative peace. Now he may have been hungry or thirtsy but again would not voice his opinion, however a glance into the small kitchen and several seconds of staring might help Sho to guess what the boy wanted*

Micha: . . .

*Whether the tiny creature liked it or not, Eecheb picked him up by a dried and spiky piece of fur, and let him become un-dizzy in his hand*

Eecheb: ~_~ || You're weird you know that?

Trilla: <.< || Trilla's not weird!

Eecheb: ~_~ || I wasn't talking to you.

Trilla: .__. || Eecheb is talking to himself? Them Eecheb is weird.

Eecheb: stare I'm not talking to myself!

Trilla: whee Eecheb is weird! Eecheb is talking to himself~

Eecheb: stare

*Which Sho was away, Micha would again sit in relative silence. The boy probably wouldn't complain about anything, and eat or drink what ever was placed infront of him. Micha didn't seem to have any fixed one or two items of food that he liked, unlike Trilla or Eecheb, he instead seemed open to a wider variety of dishes. So if anything, at least Micha didn't seem scared to try new things, and that was good. One couldn't live in a shroud forever, and had to deviate or they would go crazy for sure. Micha would have no problems with that, he seemed to be far more adventerous than one might think at first glance, both in pallet and in actions*

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb's tail sway's back and forth, as he was now again annoyed at Trilla. The boy pulls some of the paint free, allowing for a tuft of fur to appear. Fenton would need to be paint plucked for a while before finally free of all the paint on him now. Given his current feelings toward Eecheb, he probably wouldn't allow the boy, and would wander around covered in dry paint for a while longer*

Eecheb: --.--;;

*Fried rice was definitly something Micha hadn't had yet, then again considering the variety of things the cafeteria had to offer it wasn't a surprise the child hadn't gotten to it yet. Sho would be correct, in that Micha had not used chopsticks before either. Two slender wooden sticks, used to eat? Micha was probably used to other utensils, but nothing like this. The child would at first stare at the rice, and then at the chopsticks looking them over, he hadn't even looked at Sho again since the bowl was placed down infront of him. So he was supposed to eat with these? So be it, these small wooden sticks wouldn't stop him. After picking up the chopsticks another minute later, it would seem Micha was now studying them in his hands. It was Micha's first time with something of a foreign nature to him, so hopefully Sho would understand his slowness to get going, as he was still trying to figure things out on his own*

Micha: . . .

*Another few tufts of fur appear, as more paint is pulled away from the small and seemingly limbless Fenton. Pulling paint off of his face would probably come last, for now Fenton's paint comvered body was being plucked randomly and the paint was being discarded in various places on the ground. At least Eecheb was being somewhat helpfull for one reason or another. Trilla was playing with a few strands of bearded hair by the entrance of the ruins*

Eecheb: ~_~

Trilla: whee Hnn~

*The child would turn the chopsticks slightly, and test their strength. He had yet to pull the sticks appart, but he had tugged them lightly until he could hear the fibres of the wood parting. Unless he looked up and saw how Sho held them individually, inbetween two fingers and his thumb, then breaking them apart the child would not do. Breaking things was bad afterall, that was just something you didn't do unless you wanted to get in trouble*

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb would continue to pluck small pieces of paint off of Fenton, by now he probably wasn't even paying attention to the creature. More than likely he was thinking of getting back at Trilla for calling him weird, and a plan was probably already brewed up. Sibling scraps, ah what fun they were and especially the ones between the lively pair*

Eecheb: ~_~