Risorgimento

7: happy birthday, uncle Oz!

As far as Agatha knows, her paintings aren't the best. She does painting only as her hobby, she doesn't take it too seriously. It just helps her to express her emotions that she's been feeling if she needs to. So Agatha goes around her apartment as she looked for her old painting that she made, it was a painting of different splashes of colors on a medium sized canvas. It's her uncle's birthday and he's one big of a fan of her own art. She's been through the pile that was on the side of her bed and the stacks of canvases she has by the living room. Agatha huffs as she sat on the floor, the soft carpet touching her skin, thinking as to where she could've placed the specific painting her uncle adores.

"Knock knock," she heard someone from the outside.

"Yeah?"

"I got burgers and fries!" Callahan said as he waited patiently.

Agatha stood up and pulled down her shirt, her pyjamas were covered with a series of cartoon teddy bears. She got it as a gift from her mother. Her mother still treats her as her baby girl, in a good way.

"Hello," she smiles up at him and he smiles back before raising the bag of food he has with him.

"Food!" he smiles. He had a different hoodie on and sweatpants with his absolutely signature black vans. "I was on my way home from running an errand and I thought that you would be hungry by now, so I bought some for you."

"That's.. nice," she paused at the thought of Callahan thinking of her. "Come on in," she said and he did. He placed the bag food on the coffee table that she has before he took out the food and prepared it for her.

"Cute pyjamas," he said as she washed her hands. "I used to have one of those."

"Pink ones?" she asks with a chuckle as she dried her hand using the towel hanging on the fridge handle.

"Nah, blue ones," he said and stood up so he could wash his hands. Agatha already sat on the couch and waited for him. "What were you doing before I interrupted you?" he asks and sat beside her, giving Agatha the meal he ordered for her.

"I was looking for a painting that I made years ago."

"Why? Are you gonna sell it?" he asks before taking a big bite of the burger he has.

"Not actually. I'm gonna give it as a present for my uncle. It's his birthday today," she said and ate the food.

"How old is he?"

"Today.. he's turned 73," she said.

"Old man," he widens his eyes.

"Yeah, he's my mom's eldest brother. There's thirteen of them."

"Thirteen?!" Callahan almost choked on his food, "That's a lot of babies."

"I know," she said and looked at him. "When will you change your style?"

"My style?" he asks and looks at himself.

"I don't mean it in a bad way," she waved her hands and shook her head making him sigh in relief. "I just mean that, I haven't seen you in anything else rather than your hoodie, shirt, and those god forsaken black vans of yours."

"These shoes are sentimental, if I must say," he scoffed making her laugh and lightly push his shoulder.

"I'm just saying. You obviously can buy a new pair of shoes, even with the same design."

"But the memories I had with this pair are absolutely the best."

"It's still your choice, Callahan," she said and looked at him. "I'm just saying."