The last conversation had ended on an interesting but rather unresolved note. Heat had not at all been pleased to be separated from the boy before their conversation had ended, and now he was going to have to find him later to hear what he was talking about. What power?
His nurse was busy explaining his next activity as she led him into a different room. It smelled odd, like too much wet paper and something else he didn't recognize. Earthy. All he got out of it was that there might be paint involved. That, at least, could be promising.
He spotted a familiar head of pink hair almost instantly and veered in the woman's direction. It was about time he actually saw Argilla in this place. The demon took the seat across from her with a smug sort of smile, holding up a recently acquired jar of orange finger paint. "There you are," he said by way of greeting.
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His nurse was busy explaining his next activity as she led him into a different room. It smelled odd, like too much wet paper and something else he didn't recognize. Earthy. All he got out of it was that there might be paint involved. That, at least, could be promising.
He spotted a familiar head of pink hair almost instantly and veered in the woman's direction. It was about time he actually saw Argilla in this place. The demon took the seat across from her with a smug sort of smile, holding up a recently acquired jar of orange finger paint. "There you are," he said by way of greeting.