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Eecheb: .__. So want that stuff, off of you now?

*Eecheb was refuring to the paint, and he had said if Fenton scared Trilla that he would take the paint off of him. It would probably take a while but it was doable, and then all Fenton would need would be a bath, which coincidentally all of the children would need now. Ah what a task, Nana certainly had her hands full with this bunch, though in Eecheb's case it wasn't entirely his fault, but Fenton's for pourposely getting paint on him*

*Eecheb put his hand down for Fenton to hop into. After he did then the boy would be able to start pluching the paint off of the tiny fuzz ball. By now Trilla was back int the tower, and running up the stairs. There was far too much pent up energy in her system to use the elevator, it was as simple as that. At least being back some place she felt was a great deal safer, the child had stopped screaming and was simply going as fast as her feet would allow. Her next stop would probably be her room, just as Eecheb had surmized. Was Trilla really all that predictable?*

Trilla: gonk

*Trilla was quite the speed demon when not weighed down, even faster when she was excited about somrthing or in this case spooked. She had no real reason to be, but she didn't know that. As far as Trilla was concerned it was just another scary monster that had tried to get her that night. Already she was on level fifteen and not slowing down one bit, but she'd have to run out of steam at some point..... maybe*

Trilla: gonk

*Back in the ruins, Eecheb pulls back his hand with Fenton now in one of his palms, then looks around for a suitable place to sit. Where Trilla had been sitting looked good. Tail swaying slightly again, Eecheb makes his way over to the spot Trilla had been, but swats away the moss before sitting down. Once seated, Eecheb looks back down to Fenton*

Eecheb: .__. Ok, lets make you look right.

*At her current speed it would take Trilla maybe ten minutes to scale the entire tower, maybe a little more. Back in the ruins, Eecheb took the scraggliest looking pieces of dried paint and started to tug on those first. The larger pieces of paint the better, that meant less work later on. In the south tower, Micha still had a bit of rice left in his bowl which he continued to munch on at his moderate pace. Just what Sho had in mind to drink would maybe be a surprise like the food, perhaps it even had to be put in a special kind of glass*

Micha: . . .

*Trilla was still quite speedy, now passing level fourty-two. Eecheb's finger tips were becoming black again from the paint, if he touched anything else then he'd smuge the black paint making an even biger mess. Luckily there wasn't much around, just Fenton himself, and the ruins. Perhaps with what little paint Eecheb had, he'd make a little bit of art aswell. As for Micha, he'd just continue nibbling away until he was done. Sho could take his time and prepare the tea to perfection. It might even lift Sho's spirits a little, that Micha hadn't shown any distaste with anything he'd been given thus far. If Micha drank the tea too, who knows maybe Sho would make it for Micha often if he stopped by more often*

Micha: . . .

*Micha would allow the contents in the cup to cool a little, knowing what hot meant. Afterall he had a molten bracelet link fused to one of the bones in his arm after Truinthil had tried to make off with him and his bracelet. His skin was severily burned aswell, so the boy knew full well what the word meant, and he would wait. Sho lived differently than most in the citadel, or so it appeared; Thanatos was slightly geared in Sho's direction of living at times, so perhaps a little more attention needed to be given to the lifestyle*

Micha: . . .

*The tea was now cool enough to drink, so like Sho, Micha picks up his cup in a similar fashion and takes a long slow sip. By the end of his first "sip", about half the contents of the cup would be gone. Green Tea was something new to the boy, but did he like it? Dislike it? You couldn't really tell from the look on his face, so it was a little hard to judge, but it must have been ok if he had taken a sip for so long right?*

Micha: . . .

*Trilla was on level ninety-five and would be up the rest of the stairs in a matter of seconds. The child certainly recovered quickly, and still showed no signs of slowing down, a variable never ending battery. Finally within Proto's sight, Trilla ran right past the unit, through the door and straight into the room's bathroom. The sound of the bathroom door being locked behind her would be heard. Fenton's little show had done its job flawlessly*

Trilla: crying *hic*

*The paint bits on Fenton were getting smaller and smaller, and harder to get to. Fenton would need a good soak in a hot bath with lots of soap, if he was to get back to the way he was before turning himself into a paint ball. At least now Fenton seemed mostly fur, and less ooze, surely that had to make the critter happy. Eecheb continued to pick away at the paint, now more or less around the tiny creature's face. Hopefully Fenton wouldn't bite Eecheb while he was trying to do more maticulas work around his mouth and eyes*

Eecheb: .__. Hmm.

*Back in the master bedroom, Nana was still reclined lightly against Mastema and feeling a bit better than she had been before. Though Mastema seemed to have the opposite effect on just about everyone else, he did at least made Nana feel better. Nana sighs lightly before tilting her head back to look up at Mastema*

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