Somehow. Somehow, and Mer was still confused as to how, Odette had convienced him to go to one of the local art stores pottery classes. He sat in front of stack of clay, his hands all but caked in the material already, that was trying to look like... Actually he wasn't sure what it was trying to look like. They'd been there for fifteen minutes and Merric had managed to drop the clay on the floor, mash up two sort of snowman looking things, and become frustrated with it.

This is so not like fighting senshi and commanding youma... he thought to himself, glaring at the clay. He flicked his storm grey eyes to his girlfriend and watched her work her stack of clay (though if he was being honest he was more looking at her than the clay).

"So.. um... what am I making again?" he asked her, glancing at his fail blob.