[PRP] A Walk through the Park ( Mihiil & Milk )

[DraconicFeline]

Sonpi-Chan

Mihiil was off in the park with an inexpensive little easel and some paints and brushes, trying to paint the jungle gym. He was good at getting soft tones, but not harder, crisper tones, like the Jungle Gym against the rest of the park. He wanted to work on that.

Trying something new in painting was something he wanted, and he wanted to do it without his sister around... because that was the point of Art Therapy. He wasn't quite ready to do living subjects but he took a break from trying to make the colors stop blending into a shade of oddly icky bluegreen to draw crappy gesture drawings in his sketchbook of the probably-a-manifest that began to play on it. Her four arms were a challenge to capture, so he expected some praise when he showed them to the teacher-therapist dude.

He was quite pleased with his efforts, and went to look at her position. She was on top and... wasn't moving? He cocked his head. Was she okay? "Hey!" the Desire manifest called out, "Having fun?"  

[DraconicFeline]

Sonpi-Chan

Ooo, looks like i didn't quote you right all those months ago... I'm sorry.

Mihiil frowned. "Are you okay up there?" he asked, putting down his sketchbook and getting up.

Down. She wanted down. She wanted help.

She wants things.

Well yes, but that had nothing to do with his manifestation. A kid needed help, and he was there, and nobody else was helping her.

"I'm coming!" he said, walking over, speeding up as he perceived her distress. "Hold on, okay?"

The Preteen stood underneath the set, holding out his arms. It didn't escape his notice that he had wanted something - to help this kid - and he was doing something - actively doing something - on his own to help them. Without his sister, and without prompting.

Hey.

Whoa.

This therapy thing was working.

"It's okay!" he said, feeling very proud of himself, "I'm gonna help you."  

[DraconicFeline]

Sonpi-Chan

He was just maybe barely tall enough to reach her, if he stood up on his tiptoes and tried. ”It's okay!” he said, reaching for her, ”I've got you!” and he nearly did as she reached for him, ”I'm right here, okay?” he said, ”I won't let you fall!”  

[DraconicFeline]

Sonpi-Chan

Mihiil managed to get a hold of her, and with one hold came better traction and it was enough to manage to catch the girl. His knees bent, taking the brunt of her fall. ”Whoa!” he exclaimed. She was lighter than he had expected. ”I got ya!” he said, triumphant, grinning down at her, ”How are you doing?”  

[DraconicFeline]

Sonpi-Chan

Mihiil smiled. ”Well, good!” he said, helping her get down to the ground gently, ”My name's Mihiil” he said. He wanted to be friendly, after all. ”What's yours? Are you a manifest?"  

[DraconicFeline]

Sonpi-Chan

Hey, in a city like this, one never knew.

“Oh wow!” he said. Enthusiasm did not come easily to him, but his therapist said that he should fake it until he made it, so... well... There. It wasn't as though he didn't want to be enthusisatic. His sister had just always done that and been that for him... but they were working on those things. The both of them. “I'm a manifest too!”

He held out a hand, “Do you have a guardian?” he asked – she was a little bitty manifest, a hatchling like him, so she needed to have someone around...? Right?