[ Dream // 005 ]
For several moments, there is nothing but what appears to be Shinigami standing in front of an abnormally tall mirror. A pencil can be heard scratching across paper somewhere in the background, then maybe some crayons, followed by paper crumpling. This repeats several times before there is a frustrated wail and suddenly something runs to Shinigami full-force and grabs onto the bottom of his haphazard robes.
"Faaaaaaatherrrrr!" bawls the unseen artist of before, a small boy with hawk-like yellow eyes and strange stripes in his hair. Shinigami bends down and easily scoops the child up, apparently unfazed by the display of sudden theatrics.
"What's the matter, hmm~?"
The child sniffs dramatically, clinging tightly to Death's shoulder as though it's the only safe thing in the room. "My... my art..."
"Your art?" Shinigami echoes, prompting him for more. "Father isn't psychic, Kid~"
"My art is asymmetrical and worthless like me!" Kid sobs. By now, the viewer would normally wonder why a five year old would want symmetrical art, but given that this is apparently Shinigami's offspring, normalcy doesn't seem to apply anymore.
"Now, now." He pats the child's head with the flat of one large hand and carefully sets him down. "There's a way to fix that." The entity all but hops over to the child's drawing space, Kid following him closely, and rather comically manages to bend down far enough to reach something, despite his height.
Shinigami takes out some paint and makes half of a painting of... well, something... His art isn't very good. Then he folds the paper in half, smooths one hand over it and unfolds it to reveal--
"Perfectly symmetrical!" Kid exclaims in awe and delight at the image's perfect mirror on the other half of the paper. He seizes the image from his father's hands and looks it over again and again. He then looks up to his father in sheer admiration.
"Father, you know everything!! ♥"
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Terrible that he hates his hair stripes so much, though. They're very endearing!! Hm~
"Faaaaaaatherrrrr!" bawls the unseen artist of before, a small boy with hawk-like yellow eyes and strange stripes in his hair. Shinigami bends down and easily scoops the child up, apparently unfazed by the display of sudden theatrics.
"What's the matter, hmm~?"
The child sniffs dramatically, clinging tightly to Death's shoulder as though it's the only safe thing in the room. "My... my art..."
"Your art?" Shinigami echoes, prompting him for more. "Father isn't psychic, Kid~"
"My art is asymmetrical and worthless like me!" Kid sobs. By now, the viewer would normally wonder why a five year old would want symmetrical art, but given that this is apparently Shinigami's offspring, normalcy doesn't seem to apply anymore.
"Now, now." He pats the child's head with the flat of one large hand and carefully sets him down. "There's a way to fix that." The entity all but hops over to the child's drawing space, Kid following him closely, and rather comically manages to bend down far enough to reach something, despite his height.
Shinigami takes out some paint and makes half of a painting of... well, something... His art isn't very good. Then he folds the paper in half, smooths one hand over it and unfolds it to reveal--
"Perfectly symmetrical!" Kid exclaims in awe and delight at the image's perfect mirror on the other half of the paper. He seizes the image from his father's hands and looks it over again and again. He then looks up to his father in sheer admiration.
"Father, you know everything!! ♥"
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Terrible that he hates his hair stripes so much, though. They're very endearing!! Hm~