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2ɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ (๑˘ꇴ˘๑)
Miss Chiho wasn't sure what to do with you after your bath. She muttered something about work and entertaining clients before handing you over to Gramps, who gladly made you feel comfortable in his office.
Mr. Sun was starting to appear though so you had to hide under Gramp's table, Mr. Sun was not someone you wanted to see right now. His stupid bright face reminded you of a certain dead relative and you didn't want to think about him at the moment.
Gramps found it a little odd that you were hiding under his table but he just shrugged it off as you being a kid and wanting to be weird.
The two of you sat in peaceful silence as midday approached. Gramps was absorbed in his work as his pen scrambled mindlessly over his page.
As you sat, you couldn't help but wonder what the events of this morning were about.
Who were those three children? And why did you feel such a strong connection to them?
As your fists began to clench, you unknowingly started to summon small particles of ice around your fingertips. The thought of those kids making you sad and angry at the same time, which wasn't something you normally felt.
Why was life being so difficult? You hated thinking like this!
Your pondering was interrupted by Gramps clearing his throat. "So [Name], do you like to draw?"
Drawing! Drawing was fun! It could distract you from your irritating and very strange thoughts.
"Yes." You murmured, though you weren't sure if he could hear you since you were still hiding under the table.
Seconds later, Gramps handed you a sheet of paper, a weird looking feather pen and a small bottle of black liquid. You titled your head in confusion as you stared at the items he gave you. What were these? How were you supposed to draw with these?"
"You dip the pen in the ink, then you write on the paper." Gramps explained, seemingly reading your mind.
Your mouth went into the shape of an "O" before doing as he instructed. For the next hour or so, you were mindlessly drawing small doodles. Some included some mushrooms, flowers, smiley faces and anything else you could think of.
After your 55th doodle, Gramps stood up from his seat. "Stay here." He said as he arranged some papers in his hands. He didn't say anything else before he strolled out of the room.
The second he left the room, a very lavish looking crow flew into the room and propped itself in front of you. The amount of jewels it wore were an absolute eyesore, you had to squint as to not be blinded by its odd beauty.
