Dreams Come True: Colours Of The Rainbow

Artist's Delight

Caleb let out a big and loud yawn as his alarm clock went off at 6AM, with his other roommates all stirring and waking up at their own paces. Z-Tron instantly sprung to attention, Maple and Gladius were a lot slower to start to really 'get up', and Purdy... She just did anything she wanted. Caleb would blink and she'd go from a sleeping pink fluff ball to out the door like a lightning bolt.

The boy stretched his arms up and cracked his neck, hopping off his bed and making his way over to his dresser. As he opened the drawers to pick out his outfit for the day, Z-Tron activated his blood jets and flew on top of the dresser/vanity combo and watched his owner do his usual thing. Maple had climbed out of his flower pot and was simply wandering around as he waited for time to pass.

Gladius groaned as he stretched, and hovered over to Caleb slowly. "Good morning, Caleb", the blade mumbled. He yawned and then rested on the couch. "Ready to get the day started?"

Caleb Nodded happily, shooting a sword a thumbs up as he headed into the bathroom. "You know it, Gladdy!" He closed the door, and the sword chuckled. Ever since their last big adventure, Caleb had been getting very punctual about when he wakes up. He claims it's just so he can make the most of the day, but the sword could see that look in his eyes. The resignation, the fear, the panic... There was a deeper reason for it.

But Gladius knew not to press, because pushing for a clear answer from him usually transpired into something a lot worse. The blade hummed bitterly at a memory two years ago, not long after Izzy went to her first therapy appointment. He seemed a lot more... overprotective than usual. And when it got to the point where some of the others started to bombard him for answers, he shut up and said nothing for a week.

Clearly, even three years later, despite the warm exterior, there was still a frosty interior they hadn't fully broken away yet, which did make most of the others have guilt well up in them. The boy did confide to the sword and Katania later about why he shut down like that, and what he told them broke their hearts.

He just... still couldn't remember. All of the memories were layered under a wall of fog and ice, so he couldn't come up with a straight answer.

Gladius let out a quiet and sad sigh as Caleb stepped out of the bathroom, smiling bright and with fresh comfy clothes on. The sword perked up and made his way over to him, and looked his saviour and companion over.

"You are looking very dapper today, my boy", the blade said kindly.

Caleb snorted and his smile widened. "You tell me that everyday, dude." Maple and Z-Tron each climbed onto him and each rested on a shoulder. Smiling, the boy looked in his vanity mirror to do some last little touches, and was surprised to see Purdy on top of his head, awake and smiling her vacant but adorable smile.

"I'm just being honest, Caleb", Gladius added kindly as he hovered beside him, looking into the mirror.

Caleb smiled as he saw the reflection, and felt oh so happy at how complete they all looked together. All they were missing was Kat, and everything would be perfect..

"Well, no point in gawking at a mirror", he said suddenly, moving towards the door. "I want to have a great day like always, and staying holed up in here is not how I want to spend it!" He started walking over to the door, no sense of balance lost because of how used he was to being a jungle gym for the little ones at this point.

Gladius barked out a laugh, and followed after him. "You always say that yourself!"

"It's true, trough!" The boy swung his door open and walked out into the hallway, just stopping short of bumping into Gwen. "Oh, Gwen, hi!"

"Hey there, dudes", the goth said with a smirk. She held onto what looked like a bag of some kind, and Caleb caught sight of some art supplies sticking out.