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The loud calls for art were what drew Ilyrosa in. Nobody in her small little family could produce anything worth calling art, so the fact that anybody could draw and were offering it for cheap amounts was intriguing. It wasn't surprising either, since she had no patience for it, Seth was too young and Damon was just simply lazy and had the skills of a four year old.

Then again, she had never really asked him to do an actual picture... "So you're the one advertising art. And here I was thinking I was imagining things. Can you draw from a picture?" Ily asked the teen curiously, standing a couple feet in front of Fitzroy with her arms crossed across her chest. Perhaps it wasn't such a smart idea to wear her clubbing clothes as she walked around town now that she thought about it...

Ilyrosa grinned happily, a slight blush tinting her features as she thought of what she was going to do. "I might get two, to be honest but I want a sketch of... Him," she replied as the picture was held out. It was of pretty poor quality, being from a photo booth in a mall and relatively last minute, but Ily loved it all the same. This was mostly due to how the pre-teen in the picture was completely unprepared for it and had a pretty adorable look on his face.

As Fitzroy took the picture from her, the teen went searching for where she happened to stash her money. She wasn't a big fan of purses, as shown by her lack of one and any identifiable pocket. Magically finding it and counting out sixteen dollars, then rest vanished back into her hiding spot. "You said color was eight, right?" she asked, orange eyes flashing up to Fitzroy as she waited for his response.

Ily blushed a little more and fidgeted a bit before sitting down on the stool Fitzroy had gestured to. "He's not all that young, to be honest. Assuming you're from the same facility we're from, you'd understand when I said we were only a simple growth apart. I'm just... tall," she replied, still holding onto the extra eight dollars she had pulled out earlier. Ah, another little dilemma she had been forced to realize after Gabriel had asked her out; they were about a foot apart in height.

"I'm Ilyrosa, but you can call me Ily. Less of a mouthful, I've found. What's your name?" she asked, hoping to shift the attention away from Gabe and back to the artist she just happened to come across. Unlike the pride child, she herself didn't exactly like attention on such specific things like her love life.

Ily blushed and nodded, watching the teen curiously as he sketched and colored. "Yeah. I haven't decided yet as to what I'm going to do. I was going to ask you for another of me later when you finished this one," she replied, laughing when he did. "No, no, it's fine. I don't mind all that much. I just wish I could draw. Don't exactly have the patience for it, unfortunately." At this, she just snorted and looked off at the nearby people with an irritable look.

"Though I suppose that's not exactly a big surprise either," she continued, already feeling impatient and irritable just sitting still on the stool. Like she could ever sit still enough to do an entire drawing that wasn't just a simple and quick sketch with half a dozen major errors and scribbles.

Ilyrosa laughed, kicking her feet a little awkwardly. "I just might do that then. I'm sure he'd absolutely love the gift," she replied, pondering the idea curiously. "What I'm good at isn't exactly something I can do sitting on a park bench and advertise," she added with a soft laugh, already getting up to move around a bit. Sitting still... She hated it and yet, she had no idea how her brother could do it all day.

"You guessed correctly. And I assume Liberality for you?" she asked, recognizing the wings from somewhere, though not from any of her friends specifically. She couldn't even begin to guess what his sin would be, having never seen a spawn with a mouth on their stomach or bright green ears. Moving around a bit, she couldn't help but cross her arms in hopes of fending off the slight cold that bit into her skin. "Though I haven't the foggiest idea what your sin could even remotely be," Ilyrosa added with a laugh.

Ily just stared at Fitzroy as he explained. Exploded? Huh, how incredibly... strange. "Exploded or something? Huh...," her thoughts wandered off, pondering what could have happened to the old gluttony demon. She certainly knew a lot of new gluttony kids, but Fitzroy was the only one from the old one. So enveloped in her thoughts the teen barely realized he had asked her something.

"Hm? Envy? Hardly," she laughed, finding the idea amusing for some reason. "No, no, the new wrath is who I take after. Not exactly the best combination I've found. So... Is that REALLY a mouth on your stomach?" Ily asked, bewildered at how exactly that would work. Then again, she still questioned her brother but at least she had a good idea on how things worked. Generally.

The look of pure and absolute amazement rolled across Ilyrosa's face, eyes widening as the tummy-mouth-thing named Pac-man munched the stick up without even seeming to care what it was. Nothing in the world at that moment was cooler than that and nothing ever will be. It took the teen several minutes to realize he had spoken and was holding out both the finished picture and her photo back. Still in awe at Pac-man, and wondering still how it was even remotely possible, Ily took hold of the two things and got a good look at them finally.

And then was blown away by it. "Damn... You're hella good at this art stuff. Oh! Oh yeah! I think I have more money for one of me and... and... You sure I can feed him? Cause that's so freaking cool! And I'm sure Gabriel would love to hear that, but then again I'm not sure stroking his ego is a good idea but holy crap! He'll eat anything I guess?" And wham, like a switch questions started pouring out at lightning speeds while still remaining intelligible somehow. As fast as she was talking her hands were digging through her magical hidden pocket in some attempt to find anything the tummy mouth dubbed Pac-man could eat. A couple of mints, some bubblegum, a pen, and a wad of bills were unfortunately all she could find.

Then again, there was a street vendor nearby selling various things from cotton candy to hot dogs to ice cream to roasted almonds. "Drat, I was hoping I had something stashed in here..." Ily cursed, staring at the handful of items in her hand. How in the world did a paper clip get in there? Right, Damon was teaching her unsuccessfully to pick locks by locking the doors at night and refusing to give her the key. She just went with the tactic of kicking the door down or leaving her window open instead of wasting hours trying to pick a stupid lock. "Think he'll eat these?" Any thoughts of art had been instantly abandoned. And how could one focus when he had a really super epic tummy mouth?

It was unthinkable to not exploit it by feeding the poor thing mass amounts of items and gleeing afterward when he ate it.