Babysitting the Painter
cont. from @mposiris:
osiris looks up at the young demigoddess when she comes asking that question, flashing her the most innocent grin he can conjure up - which is quite innocent given his boyish charms - and casually sits up a little straighter as he faces her.
“everything’s fine, what are you talking about?” he asks, blinking up at her like he’s got no idea what she’s on about, like there is absolutely nothing wrong with the scene he’s hiding with his entire body. siwoo, luckily, is smart enough to stay hidden, though the boy’s giggles probably don’t help their situation much. still, he pretends like siwoo is just having the time of his life with his colouring pencils rather than having gotten colours all over the table, the chair and himself in the past five minutes.
osiris made sure the colours can be washed off easily, after all, he has some experience with kids. only a good eight hundred years of raising them on and off.
“we’re just enjoying ourselves. nothing for you to worry about. you can go back to work, i’ve got everything under control. could you bring me another latte macchiato, though?” he blinks up at her with that same innocently sweet smile still, moving one hand behind his back to take hold of siwoo’s hand and keep him from accidentally letting one of his colourful fingers peek out.
As Angela stood before the god, she could sense the trouble brewing behind him. The series of giggles and the lack of seeing her actual child made it even more suspicious to her. However, she was not going to bother the pair to see what they were up to. They both appeared happy, and they were not bothering anyone.
However, she did come by to check on them. Osiris was far too kind to try and taken Siwoo off of her plate, but she worried that she had been asking far too much to put this on him. “Are you sure?” She asked. A small frown lingered on her lips. Siwoo hid from his mother, though he wanted her to see his creation. He was very proud of his artwork, and the child even reached up to gently tugged on Osiris’s pants so that he could get him to look at it as well.
Angela sighed out softly, reaching up to push a few strands of hair out of Osiris’s face. “Well, please let me know when you have to go. I don’t want to waste your whole day off. I will be back with your drink in a moment.” She states, and she turns away to go fix him his drink.
The moment she leaves and Osiris can turn to see the child, Siwoo shows off the rather clumsily made stick drawing of Osiris he made. He had been very proud of it, especially with how well he had drawn the heart around the figure as well.
The child beamed at him just as Angela arrived to the scene. “Oh goodness!” She gasped as she stood behind Osiris with his drink and a warmed Egyptian sweet bread that she had made for him in surprise. “What a mess!”