Pity [CLOSED]

"Shit, sorry. I should've warned you about that." Montare had turned around when he heard Logan shout, seeing the paint the colored his rear. "I could smell the paint..." He didn't think to mention the still wet paint; he'd forgotten that most people didn't share the heightened sense of smell he'd gained through his gift. At least they knew not to sit on the bench now, even if Logan's pants had to be victim of it for them to find out.

Lamia nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Logan scream beside her, backing off slightly once he got to his feet. Paint on the bench? She thought that most of them were the mental kinds... Dammit, she didn't realize they installed a new one. How to remove paint from clothes? Her mom used to erase the stains perfectly when she was at home after she and Kearn constantly messed up during arts and crafts. What did her she normally do? I'm so useless. Why can't I remember? Turning away helplessly, she tried to drive her thoughts back through her memories. Nope, only stupid flashes that weren't helpful. Shaking her head, a small sigh escaped and a tiny frown plastered itself on her face.

Her eyes shifted themself back towards Logan and in desperation, she looked towards Magic, but it looks like he didn't have anything else to say. Wordlessly, she mouthed, I don't think that's what you're supposed to say, before turning back to the other boy. The most she gave to signal to Monty was to raise her eyebrow in slight suspicion, but that was it. Think, think. What're you supposed to do? Why the hell wasn't it coming to mind? Well, might as well improvise.

"U-uhm... s-s-since you d-don't pl-plan on leaving now..." she started off, locking her gaze elsewhere as though she wasn't sure where exactly she was going with this. "I-I m-mean... I th-think?" Stupid, just get it over with. Why was she still stalling? It was a lot of paint, though... Maybe a normal technique might not work. "I-it'll be dr-dry by the t-time you get b-back, so fr-fresh water and st-stuff should remove most of it..." Dammit, never mind. She couldn't improvise this. Lamia shook her head, a nervous smile creeping up her face. "A-ah... s-s-sorry. I d-don't remember."

"Fresh water." Logan gave one last dab to the paint, and looked up at the timid girl with a smile. "Thanks, I'll remember that. As soon as I remember to kick the ass of the guy who painted this..." It was an empty threat, but he was pissed at his luck. His headache was peeking back over his temples, like a rising sun during the real one's setting. He tried his best to ignore it.

Gray-Green eyes glanced over to Lamia as she spoke up about something that would help the paint issue. She was always so helpful wasn't she? Seems like she knew how to take care of simple things a lot. She even brought food and offered it to the others here. She was really mindful of others in his opinion.

Magic couldn't help but flinch at the threat a little bit, but said nothing. He decided it was better to stay silent in this moment. It didn't really help that he didn't know what to say at this point in time. He glance at the three others before turning back to the sunset, and watching it.

Montare wore a sorry look on his face for a few moments, looking at Logan and Lamia. At least she seemed to know how to go about getting rid of the paint. Montare turned to look out at the sunset again; a geniune smile made it's way onto his face. It'd been quite some time since this had happened.

"S-sorry i-it's n-n-not much..." Lamia muttered, biting the bottom of her lip. Hesitatingly, she turned her eyes towards the open horizon, the red half-disk starting to sink beneath the mountains. The rooftop suddenly seemed eerily empty and the sun kissed the day goodbye, the chilly air blowing in signaling the start of night. Soon enough, the moon rose up, taking its place in the sky as stars began to twinkle up above. A small smile graced her features, and her eyes closed, trying to listen to the end of the day's lullaby - crickets began to chirp in the distance, an owl's hoot echoing through, and the trees sang like weeping willows. There was always something about Beata that made it peaceful, but eerie.

Logan watched it disappear in the silence of the sinking moments, and as they passed, breathed and smiled, giving the sky a shrug as he spun and began a slow walk back. "That was kinda lame. I guess I'll be going now." He didn't stop as he said this, and was past them as he finished it, sauntering mindlessly to the stairs with a backwards wave. It may have seemed peculiar. The boy with paint on his pants was peculiar. But he hadn't always been.

Magic gave a stretch after the sun went down. Standing for so long makes you stiff. Though unlike Logan he didn't really think it was lame. He liked the different colors that were created in sunsets. He also enjoyed the silence, aside from the fucking annoying dog. He watched Logan leave, then decided it was time for him to leave as well. "I'm gonna go too.. I have some stuff to take care of.." Not to mention he was going to have to deal with slightly angry office people tomorrow but oh well. "Be safe.." He said in a monotone, before disappearing down the stairwell.