@hypnosbeliever
“Yeah…I dunno, I’ve been up since like 3 am so I’m kinda powerin’ down. But–” He’s cut off by the sight of art supplies, and his inner artist screams in joy, since art supplies are like the fucking aesthetic. “Hell yeah I wanna color. Oh, uh…I have some of my own that I barely use, I’ll go grab those, too!” He darts up the stairs, leaving Milly at the door with the cats and one bird staring at her quizzically, for a brief second. He returns with a fucking drawer, like, he took a drawer out of a plastic organizer, and it’s just full of damn art supplies of every color and shade. He also had paper on hand now, and he gestures to the dining room table.
He wipes fliers for parasailing and skydiving his dad leaves around to the unused part of the table. He guides her in, and he spreads out the paper, and puts the drawer in the middle of the table, where both could reach in and grab stuff. When he sits down after pulling out a chair for Milly, cats being to swarm around him, finding comfy, yet inconvenient places to lay. “..Why specifically coloring? Do you not sketch at all? Because I mostly sketch, since I’m…not the best at coloring . But…I try.”
She giggles and sees him run off. Milly waves hello to his animals before bringing her attention back to him. Amazed by the sheer amount of colors in a single drawer. “....Color me impressed.” She smiles and follows down to the dining room. She looks over the flyers before Owen disposes them. Milly never would’ve guessed that skydiving would be a thing, but here it was. Small world. She thanks him for the chair and sits, scooting herself in.
