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*The smaller bits of paint were probably dry by now, but the large bit where Fenton had tugged on his robe, more than likely wasn't so Micha would have to be careful not to let it get on Sho's funishings. After a constant five minutes, the tap was finally turned off and about a minute after that Micha appeared from the lofty lavitory the south tower presented. Micha did indeed notice Sho, now sitting in an odd way. The boy just stood in the doorway for now, probably not sure what do do, or to stay or go and again there was the issue of the paint blob on the back of his robe aswell*

Micha: . . .

*Being allowed to move about freely and observe many new items, Micha slowly walked back out into the room. Talk about Thanatos did little, or talk of his pet either. There were a few items Micha took note of, Sho's katana for one and the low table was interesting too. The boy would stare at an item for a few seconds then go on to the next, he'd probably sit down in a minute. Until then Sho could talk about pretty much anything*

Micha: . . .

*Sho had a completely different lifestyle then that which Micha or the others had probably ever seen before, and speaking of the others they had run across the ruins and were now inside checking them out. Back in Sho's small space, the antiques held Micha's attention the most, some looked odd to him or surely must have as he spent the most time looking at those*

Micha: . . .

*Yes, "stuff" in the citadel, did any of it hold significant meaning? After Micha was done looking at the collection of "old, boring things", then he turned to face Sho who still seemed to be sitting down on a cushion. Micha's gaze lowers a bit to a cushion on the opposite side of the space where Sho was. Perhaps he was trying to figure out how to sit upon it*

Micha: . . .

*Hopefully the paint on Micha's shoes had dried like most of the paint on his robe, or he'd be tracking paint all through Sho's flat. Micha would remain in place for another minute, maybe two before he'd move again. Once the boy did, he would wander over to the table and stand infront of the cushion. Indeed Micha was being most active today, it was a good sign, maybe he was finally coming around. Again he stares at the pillow, pondering over just how to sit no doubt*

Micha: . . .

*After another minute of staring at the cushion, Micha finally sat down. The boy's legs were straight and streched out under the table, while his hands rested lightly over one another out infront of him on the edge of the table. Micha's expression remained much the same as always, as did his silence; if he wanted something to eat or drink, he certainly wasn't voicing his opinion. Micha's wings which never moved, curl slightly when they meet the floor, they'd move back into place again after he got up to leave in a bit. Micha's silence was one thing, granted that was true but he had been learning sign language, so his silence might not always have to be a problem. The problem would then be someone who couldn't understand the language, in this case Sho, that in mind Micha hadn't even tried to use the sign which he had learned yet. Just like his speech, perhaps he was just waiting for the right time to use it. To answer Sho's question however, Eecheb and Trilla were still walking about in the ruins. Trilla had tripped in the dark a little earlier, or maybe she had slipped on some wet moss, it wasn't known for certain but either way it was an interesting experience thus far*

Micha: . . .

*Micha would indeed stay, as sit, and sit, and sit, and do little else. Eecheb may have been the one with the tail, but Micha was definitly the odd ball. Perhaps he'd stare at Sho for a time, and observe him for a while. Back in the ruins, Eecheb was trying to avoid some bearded hair, a type of moss that would often hang down from trees. There seemed to be enough light to see where they were inside of the structure, and there were other places other than just the one chamber they were in right now. Trilla had spent three minutes hopping about after she tripped and bumped one of her knees. After that she'd only limp slightly and that would probably be gone in a day or so after a good rest. Fenton would remain unnoticed by both Trilla and Eecheb for now*

*So, "father" had different colored eyes than he does now? Then perhaps Micha's eyes would change over time too, or maybe Mastema had done something specific in order to make his eyes change. Either way it didn't really seem to matter. Trilla had eyes like Micha, but with red flecks the same color of Mastema's eyes now, and when aggrivated in any sort of way the red in the girl's eyes bleed a little and become more dominant then the grey. She was lucky wasn't she, his sister? Still, envy and jealousy were useless emotions to let boil to the surface, Micha remains as always placid. Looking much like Mastema was probably a compliment to the look the boy was trying to pull off and from the comments gainned from Sho it seemed his efforts had paid off*

Micha: . . .

*By now Eecheb was outside of the ruins and inspecting some moss, it seemed thicker in some places ratehr than others. Just how much sun and from which direction, would determine the total moss growing in one place or another around the ruins, and how much of it there would be. Eecheb blinks and his wings flex a little, he suddenly noticed how much warmer it is outside of the ruins and in the streets. The summer heat was paying a visit to the citadel, and the ground had heated up quite a bit. The boy looked around a little more, before Trilla eventually limped out of the ruins aswell*

Trilla: >.> || What's Eecheb doing?

Eecheb: .__., || It's hot. Why did it get hot so fast?

Trilla: <.< || Hnn, it is hot now. Trilla doesn't know why.

Eecheb: .__. || I don't mind it, but I think I like it cooler instead. How about you?

Trilla: >.> || It doesn't matter to Trilla.

Eecheb: .__. || I'm going back in there were its cool.

*Eecheb flaps all four of his wings a few times then tucks them in neatly behind him, as he makes his way past Trilla and into the ruins again. The temperature change was sugnificant enough to be noticed, meaning it had to have been several degrees cooler inside of the ruins, possibly because of the moss*

Trilla: >.> || Does Eecheb want to go that way and look at houses?

*Trilla was pointing to the east, her knowledge of houses coming from what stories Nana had read, such as the Wizard of OZ, and Pinoccio, were houses were mentioned and described. Trilla having been in a house before durring her incident with the refridgerator, the girl knew what a house was now. Eecheb may have also been in a house, but being drunk at the time he couldn't tell a house from a wall*

Eecheb: .__. || In a little bit, I just wanna sit right now.

Trilla: >.> || Ok.