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Eecheb: e.e; Uh... well-- Ya, I'm just going to go then.....

*Eecheb starts to scoot off, not giving Fenton a second glance. He just wanted to be on his own but the small creature seemed to hover about him sometimes. Was it just because Thanatos was away? What ever the case, Eecheb seemed to be in loner mode, and starts to wander off to a familiar looking warehouse district. Trilla was still painting up a storm and had gone back to the can three more times already. Just what she was painting who could tell, an expression of free art style one could guess, but at least she was having fun. Trilla had pushed Micha over to an empty space of wall and put more paint on his hand. If he was going to do anything, at least he was close enough to try if he were so inclined*

Trilla: whee Hnn~ heart

Micha: . . .

*It had been a good twenty minutes now and a good twenty feet total had now been hand painted by Trilla in a random pattern. There were several large dolops of paint that had rolled down to the floor; paint that had dripped from Micha's hand were now partially on or under his shoe, so one could only imagine the state of Trilla's shoes*

Trilla: whee heart

Micha: . . .

*In the opposide direction yet gainning ground, Eecheb seemed to be headed in the same direction as Trilla and Micha, though he had no idea. Along the way he'd continue tipping trash cans as he found them, and kicking them about. He didn't much care where Fenton went right now, he'd never really become attached to the creature, Fenton belonged to Thanatos and that was that*

Eecheb: --.--;

*Pretty soon Trilla was going to need to re-goopify Micha's hand. As it was there were at least three layers of paint on the boy's hand thus far. Oh just how wonderful it would be to explain their messy state to their parents when they went back later. At least Trilla was no longer annoyed but rather she was having fun. Finding her red work well done, Trilla heads back to the cans to look for any black paint that might be there. Again, Micha was left alone for the moment to stand and stare blankly at a lightly chromed and blank wall*

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb was walkng at an idle pace, not in any real hurry to go anywhere. Trilla had found what she was looking for, a can of black exterior house paint. Perhaps red wasn't Micha's paint color then? Trilla would wander over and dunk his hand into the black paint, Micha was going to be a piece of art himself at this rate. The new paint starts to drip from his hand and again he stops to look at it, this color was completely different from the last, so perhaps he'd paint with this?*

Micha: . . .

Trilla: >.> Micha should paint, it's fun...!

*Trilla had happily gone back to painting with her new black paint, and at this point was giggling as she went along the wall. Her laughter drowning out Fenton's squeaks from entering her ears, but not Micha's. The boy turns his head slightly at the familiar sounding squeak, though he didn't spot Fenton just yet. So Thanatos had left Fenton at the citadel to play? So be it, the small creature was probably welcomed, Trilla if anyone, Micha no one could tell, and Eecheb was once again in loner mode and just wanted to be alone*

Micha: . . . ?

*Micha turns back to Fenton who was now infront of him, black paint still dripping from his left hand. The boy stares down at the small fuzz ball with his regular blank expression, shortly after he looks back up the the empty wall infront of him. Paint? Trilla wanted him to paint? Trilla herself had yet to notice Fenton, as she was part way down the wall making more lines with her now black covered right hand. As of yet Eecheb was the only one not there, then again he might not show up at all, and could miss them all together*

Micha: . . .

Trilla: whee Hnn~ Paint~!! heart

*Maybe all Micha really needed was a suject to paint, maybe that's why he had been so blankly staring at his canvas. After Fenton had gone over to the various cans of paint, Micha finally raises his hand and makes a long black streak across the lightly chromed wall. Surely more would follow, and at least he was participating now. What the boy would paint if anything was unknown, afterall he could be like his sister and just randomly make colored lines in an abstract display*

Micha: . . .

*Micha would slowly make one black streak after another, and it seemed to be going in some sort of pattern. Though what exactly the boy was doing, wasn't clear just yet. By now Trilla had turned back, but Fenton was already gone into the can of paint and was overlooked. Seeing that Micha was finally paintng made Trilla smile even more, it was likely that Trilla would be happy for the rest of the night*

Trilla: whee

Micha: . . .