Whitney
He thought black and gold looked pretty when he painted his second egg in the lonely corner of his art class. No one was currently using the room so he decided to work on his minor easter project before the holidays began. A little early but he felt that it needed to be done. 

Malus wore his white porcelain mask with a black sheet draped over him like a cloak, exposing his pale arms and hands. He was slightly hunched over his work, trying his best to not leave a white blotch on the plaster egg. On his desk sat two cartons of fake eggs, small cans of wet paint, brushes and some paper towels. Outside the rain pattered against the glass window, providing an eerie ambience to the dim classroom where he sat alone with his work.
Peter
Barric had looked forward to wandering outside or in town, but it felt like someone was purposefully trying to spite him in this moment. He always had heard April showers, not march showers. But here he was trapped, wandering around Newton's instead of somewhere in town. Barric climbed the stairs to the next floor, a little annoyed. Akvile was right. This place was more like a prison than a school. He was starting to see what she means. The art room was the only place he honestly had any interest in right now. There was probably *Something* He could do in there besides just wander. He wasn't the artist type, but better than doing nothing. He shoved the door open, accidentally slamming it against the wall. The room was bare of life, expect for a tiny kid sat at the table doing something. His boots pounded against the ground as he entered against the room.

He was debating just ignoring the kid. He wasn't in the talking type of mood. Barric moved past the table the person occupied. He glanced down at the table, seeing what they held. A tiny painted egg. Most likely for Easter. It looked good from what Barric could see. He moved his attention from the egg to the kid's face, trying to see who it was if he knew. The kid's face was blocked by a mask and he was dressed quite strangely, even for the residents of Newton's. Barric had seen strangely dressed people here. But this was a different level, even compared to Ares. Barric stood in front of the kid, staring him down from across the table. The only noise that entered the room was the patter of rain on the window. His curiosity was nipping at the back of his mind. 

He bit his tongue for a few seconds, having a staring contest with the kid and this mask. Barric honestly lasted longer than he thought he would. Usually, he said the first thought on his mind, but biting back for even a few seconds was an achievement. But all achievements fail eventually for Barric.

"Why the hell are you wearing a mask inside?"
Whitney
Carefully adding another layer of paint onto the egg's surface, Mal jumped in his seat and got black paint splashing across his other hand. He remains seated while watching the other kid walk into the room with heavy boots clomping the floor. Casually, Malus wiped the paint off his hand with a cloth while not breaking eye contact from the other student. It was difficult to get an idea what the other is feeling other than appearing annoyed? His insight on other people's emotions is sadly degraded from being brought up in an unhealthy household. 

The question about his mask is going to be evaded by Malus just offering a white egg to the stranger before gesturing to the variety of colorful paints. Then pulling out a black board and white chalk to start writing,"Hello. Sorry, I can't speak normally. Got an old injury."
Peter
Barric glanced at the little white egg being offered by him. He gently wrapped his fingers around the top of it, taking it from the other person's hand into his own. The silence from the other party was a bit confusing. The plethora of paints caught his attention as the kid pointed him out. Did the kid want him to paint these eggs with him? Confusion etched on his face, he pulled out a chair and sat opposite from the kid. Barric watched as the kid pulled out a small board and chalk beginning to write on it. As it his was flipped, his heart dropped to his stomach. Well, fuck. 

Barric partially leaned forward, squinting at the writing. He silently tried to sound out the words, trying to figure out what it said. It took him a minute piecing together each word. As time dragged on, he seemed to get more and more frustrated. "Got an old in- injury." He murmured beneath his breath. "Is there not any other way you can speak? Just the uh writing?" This was not ideal for Barric. He didn't want to force the kid into an uncomfortable situation, but he was silently hoping there was another way he could communicate. He lifted the egg up, kinda toying with it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to participate in the egg painting. So toying with it without breaking it.
Whitney
Mal couldn't get a read on the kid's face which made him confused. As the other began reading the message, the sound of him mouthing the spelling out loud felt like listening to nails on a chalk board. Then after being asked for other means of communication, Mal scratched the side of his head.

Then he begins to perform sign language, gracefully moving his hands to speak which eventually revealed a nasty scar across his neck. It look like it was cut deep and it just healed over. It was certainly a macabre sight to behold.

When Mal then realized sign language is not a thing that everyone knows, he pulls out his cellphone to have a bot read out his messages in a robotic tone. " Is this preferred over sign language and reading?" Mali's hates using the phone to speak for him he can endure it.
Peter
Barric watches as the kid began moving his hands. Growing more and more confused by the moment. "I'm sorry. I don't know what you're doing." He felt kinda bad. He was obviously trying his best to communicate with Barric, but he just wasn't able to do any of them at least easily. He seems to pause after a moment, dropping his hands and bringing out a cellphone. Barric watches intently as the boy types out something on it. The robotic voice speaking out of the phone catches Barric by surprise. It takes him longer than he liked to admit, realizing the boy was trying to speak to him through the phone. He nodded slowly, slightly embarrassed that he needs his hand held by a robot to communicate with another person. "Yeah it is." 

He tilted his head, very obviously staring at the scar on the boy's neck. "That the injury you talking about?" He pointed at it like the boy wouldn't know what he was referring to. He sheepishly dropped his hand back down to the table at the realization that he was pointing. His manners seemed to disappear when talking to anyone from Newton's, it seemed. "Uh, I'm Barric by the way. It's nice to meet you." He felt so awkward now. The tips of his ears flared pink now, overthinking everything he had already done and said in this conversation. 

He scrapped his fingernail against the wooden table, still toying with the egg somewhat. "So, why are you wearing the mask?" He muttered again.
Whitney
Malus was a lot quieter when the question about his mask sprung up again. He subconsciously touched the side of it, feeling the cool porcelain mask before he went back to typing on his phone. Deep down he felt slightly frustrated with his disability. 

*Why couldn't I be normal? *

That thought occurs to him every now and then when he has trouble communicating with other people. He can't blame them for not being able to read nor understand sign language. In a way it feels as though this is his fault for being handicapped. Even though slightly miffed, he kept a calm exterior while still typing on the cellphone.

*"The scar across my neck is the injury that makes it difficult for me to speak because it hurts. Got it when I was stillborn. The mask part is kind of uncomfortable to answer. It's mainly for comfort. A part of it is because of traditions working back home. A part of it is because of my powers. Lastly, I hid my face because of trauma... It wasn't too long ago someone tried scratching it off before I arrived here in Newton Cradle."*

With kids, especially teenagers, Malus understood that sometimes you need to be blunt with them to get a point across. And then he almost forgot another thing that he hastily types on the phone after the robot finishes reading out his text.

*"It is also nice to meet you Barric. My name is Malus."*
Peter
Barric listened intently to the robotic voice. The mask was the most curious thing about the boy. He nodded thoughtfully, debating what to say after that. There wasn't much he could say after something like that. "Um, well, that sounds..." How could he put it in an okay way? "Shocking? That probably isn't the right word. I'm sorry." He wasn't good at the comforting thing. He had come to realize that a while ago and now was probably not a good time to learn how to be good at it. "Malus?" He let it roll off his tongue a few times, repeating it for a moment. "That's a nice name."

He glanced over to the paints, finally deciding he'd participate in this activity. Barric reached over, pulling the green paint towards himself. He wasn't sure what he'd paint, but he'd figure it out as he goes. Where could he take this conversation? Biting the inside of his cheek, he dipped the paintbrush in the paint. A slight thought dawned on him as he brushed the brush against the egg. "Sorry if asking that got a little annoying. It just if I see a dude with a mask I gotta know why he's wearing-" He cut off his sentence randomly, noticing his accent slipping. "Sorry, I have to know why he's wearing one."

He placed the egg down on the table, rolling over to paint the backside. "Didn't mean to annoy you or make you uncomfortable or anything."
Whitney
The mask thing was probably the most questioned thing about him at this place. The most he can do about it is trying to evade the questions best he could. It was the usual wash and repeat occurrence amongst the students. 

From what he understands about Barric, he was quite forward with his responses. Mal was socially intelligent to know that the older kid didn't know how to properly respond to what he said. The best that he could do is shrug it off like it's no big deal. Then he begins typing on his phone with his nimble fingers texting.

*"It's alright. I already come to terms that it happened and the best thing I could do is make the most of life now. And it's okay. A lot of people here ask that question a lot. It kinda helps from someone accidentally making contact with me directly. Knowing my ability kinda scares them so I sort of stay away. It kind of hurts when they talk about your powers or how dangerous it sounds."*

Then he sets his phone down before he begins painting golden flowers on the egg, trying his best to make fancy swirls that appear more like clouds.
Peter
"I think everyone's a little afraid of each other in a place like this. You never know what someone could do. But also, I thought my thing was freaky before I came here." He shifted quietly in his seat, painting away at the egg. Barric placed the paint brush down onto the table, giving the egg a bit of time to dry. He wasn't asking Malus the basic question cause even with how Barric was, he could tell the kid was uncomfortable with most of his usual topics he could pick people's minds about. His fingernails went back to pick at the wood of the table. 

They sat in silence for a minute, Barric occupying his time in picking at the table. He wasn't getting much from it, but it was entertaining enough. "How long have you been here?" It's a question that only required a short answer, but he'd get something out of it. His hands found itself but to the egg, picking it up again to continue painting. Barric pulled a few more colors towards him, painting small designs onto the egg. He wasn't an artist, but it was looking better than most things he created in the past. 

"Yours looks good." He tilted his head at the egg in his hand, really unsure at this point what he had made.
Whitney
Malus gently set his egg upward to dry on a little cardboard stand for it to dry before picking up his phone to text. *"It would have been a little easier if it wasn't for a kid who tried destroying the school with its resident. Heard they used a black hole to do it? I was stuck at a hotel while it was happening. Was here for a few months or so? It seems like it made people more weary. Tried talking on the intranet in a public room but a couple kids didn't like what I was about to do. Think they asked what my abilities were and told them, then they sort of freaked out? I mostly stayed in my room or tried to avoid others after that reaction."*

Mal examines the egg wondering if it's really that good since he was trying to "Express" Himself in some ways to show his work. Then he looks over to see Barric which didn't look too shabby. He's just happy that the other student is participating in the project. The most he could do to respond to the other's work is by giving them a thumbs up.
Peter
Barric paused his painting, listening to the robotic voice with a slightly horrified look on his face. "I'm sorry, but what the fuck?" He murmured, still holding the brush still against the egg. "What is wrong with people here? Can't people just be normal?" That was kind of a stupid question and Barric quickly realized the irony of asking people to be normal in a place like this. He recovered quickly, beginning to paint slowly again. "I wasn't here for that. There was the fake world guy. I was here for that shit didn't do too much about it though. I helped a bit, I like to think, but probably not enough that mattered." It was true he kinda just wandered around and insulted the man crying on the couch. He was completely useless during those times. The thought made him draw back to everything else that had happened. His powers failing or just being a general idiot. Barric zoned out, just staring at the egg in his hands. Shifting in his seat uncomfortably. He was kind of useless.

Barric snapped back into what he was doing. Ignoring whatever thoughts had just entered his mind. Those were meant for keeping him awake at night, not now. He hesitantly returned Malus' thumbs up, a smile growing on his face. Quickly going back to painting. After a few minutes, he sat the egg up to dry. Dark green with lines and dots of varying colors placed all over it randomly. It wasn't very pretty, but Barric was proud of it.
Whitney
That was the kind of mismanagement that Mal was concerned about for being here. A potential psychopathic kid with major issues and a power gun that could kill everyone and everything. That was the irony of staying in Newton Cradle: that people have powers and deformities that makes them unnatural. Malus gets the idea what Barric was getting at. Even with oddities it shouldn't be an excuse to be weirdos and creeps about it. 

Now he's wondering if he has problems that he needs to address? 

Nah, talking about it would probably get him potentially killed by a dangerous parent or get someone else's head on a stake. He was very much afraid of his mother who still gives him nightmares.

His mind quieted while he painted his third egg as a black void that looks plain. Carefully making strokes of his brush to create a smooth coating to avoid any bumps. After he was done, the boy let it sit on its perch to dry, using this opportunity to text a message for the bot to read it aloud.

*"There are some people who have very strong abilities here that you have to watch out for. Especially when it's other kids and teens who abuse it or have no complete control. It's a lot worse when they have an option to mess with others with that sort of power. I guess you already know about it since arriving here. Sorry that you have to deal with the Illusionist or Mind-Bending kid. Have no idea what their deal is."*

After sending the text, Malus took the time to finally look at Barric's egg which reminded him of seeing that kind of work in kindergarten. It was the thought of interaction of joining in to paint eggs was what mattered more than the quality. It made him feel happy to have some company.
Peter
Barric watched as the kid moved on to his third egg already. He seemed so much quicker and better at painting, but he was pretty sure a three-year-old can create art better than his. It didn't hurt his feelings. He was well aware there was not an artistic bone in his body. 

"Yeah, I'm very much aware. I've seen a few." He murmured, his mind getting drawn back to the Ares kid. He shook his head, pulling back from that memory. "It wasn't a *Kid*. It was a full grown man. I think at least. He acted like he was one. Then there was also the Oliver dude. He was definitely older." Barric leaned back, cracking his back on the chair. "Some people only got one oar in the water." 

He leaned back forward, smiling still. "Nothing you can do to change that if they don't wanna change." Barric reached over, grabbing another unpainted egg. "So you mentioned traditions involving the mask, yeah? What kind of traditions? I haven't heard of any requiring a mask, but also I'm a bit of a shut in, so I might just be ignorant about most traditions." He let out a bit of a chuckle at his own comment. That'd probably be one of the few times he'd ever admit to being a shut in here. He figured it'd be obvious just from talking to him.
Whitney
Malus was tilt his head with his hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, now turning his hollow eyes back to the void egg in its perch. Then he pick his phone right back up into his hands, fingers nimbly texting.

*"Its an old Grim family tradition for a worker at the cemetery to be wearing a mask. It's thought to scare bad spirits away or prevent one from following you home. It can sometimes scare vandals out of the gravesite."*

Hopefully, this doesn't frighten Barric away for having weird traditions and being a former worker at a cemetery. It was a start of his career to take after his grandfather who seems keen on training him. After his powers had changed his life, Malus is unsure what he should do now. This was a moment where he realized that he would probably have to set goals for his adult life.
Peter
"Oh, you a graveyard worker or something? Is that what y'all are called?" He ran the brush along the egg. "That's gotta be interesting. What all do you exactly do?" This new information from Malus amazed Barric. This had to be cooler than the mask, at least to Barric. Now he had something else to pick the kid's brain about. "And the mask it's meant to protect against the dead people? They trying to possess you or something?" He didn't fully understand how that was supposed to work. Maybe it was meant to trick the ghosts or prevent them from entering the people's mouths? Was that how possession worked? Barric sat there for a moment, racking his brain as if he knew how possessions worked. 

He dipped his paintbrush into one of the array of paints offered and continued painting. "That's gotta be the coolest thing I've heard someone do for a job in a while." Barric stared at the egg, debating what to paint on this one. He dipped the paintbrush into another random color and began painting random doddles, trying to come up with something coherent. "Either way, that's a really cool reason to be wearing a mask. I figured it was just because you were shy or somethin'. Which probably still would be a valid reason, but ya know."
Whitney
With the time left while waiting for the two eggs to dry, Malus was already texting on the cellphone to reply back to Barric. This was the longest conversation he had with a single soul in this facility. It was a nice change of pace for him to be somewhat communicating. It surprised him a little that the other student didn't seem to show the fact that he's a weirdo; for being a former cryptkeeper assistant.

He gave a little nod to respond to Barric before pressing the "TALK" Button for the bot to read his text. The sound of the A.I's voice strained his ears still. 

*"Former cryptkeeper assistant. Usually dig out grave pits, clean tombstones, tend to plants, pick up garbage, sometimes chase vandals out or call the police. The mask is meant to keep the wearer safe from spirits, probably to ignore them or think the masked person is just another ghost. I never ran into another spirit... Well... Maybe I did but didn't know it?"*

Mal tapped the chin of his porcelain mask, thinking about whether or not he really saw something. Then he began texting nimbly again on his phone.

*"Well, perhaps I did see something. Think it was just my grandfather patrolling outside at the time while I was told to stay in the staff room. It wasn't a pleasant night because we had no power from a storm causing all our lights to go out. My old gramps had to deal with something outside. Wasn't too sure but I think that large shadow I've seen from the window was him. Since I kind of have similar abilities."*

And he takes the dry void egg and begins drawing a white mask that looks much similar to his own. Then set it back down onto its stand, letting the robot speak for him while he works on the other egg to draw bunnies on it. Then back to texting on the phone again.

*"I'll admit... I am a bit shy. Just... Don't feel comfortable with people looking at my face."*
Peter
This kid amazed Barric. Everyone else had seemed rude, or they were nice. The conversation just wasn't as flourishing as this one. He was invested in this kid's life before Newton's and just couldn't stop asking questions. 

The AI voice was a bit repetitive, but he had managed so far in the conversation and he wasn't interested in going back to the reading option, so he just dealt with it. "So, just general maintenance and a little bit of security? That's cool." He nodded thoughtfully, putting the egg down onto the table. The brush soon followed. Barric seemed done painting for the moment the egg half finished. 

"So it's just meant to trick them? Can spirit just not recognize if..." Barric paused, trying to remember the word. He sat there in silence for a moment before just deciding to use the meaning of the unknown word. "If you can like to walk through someone?" 

 He stretched himself, listening to the rest of the kid's story. "That's okay. The.." Barric makes a motion towards his neck. "Probably doesn't help either, right?" It was kind of an out there question. Not one he fully expected an answer to, but still wanted to ask.
Whitney
If Barric could read or understood sign language, Malus would quckly opt for those than relying on this bot. It's handy but incredibly annoying hearing its roboty voice. Perhaps he could find a better A.I to replace it? Right now he has some time on his hands to text while his void egg is drying.

*"Some security, maintenance work like the general clean-up, garden work and keeping the cemetery safe," Malus said, texting away as the bot is reading it. "It's not an entirely an excited job through the day. Sometimes my gramps would have to deal with vandals playing witchcraft or trying to dig up graves at night. There was a drug bust one time there but I wasn't involved since I didn't work on that day." *

Malus paused in his message before shaking his head to reply first in that gesture. *"You mean phase through solid objects? It's just a traditional mask to wear at the cemetery with beliefs behind it. It's difficult to describe it since I had never encounter anything surpernatural before. Maybe a bit with my grandfather would do weird transportation stuff. The mask is "Blessed" By a priest so to speak. It's old traditions since we're always by the cemetery doing work."*

He honestly don't know all too much about supernaturals since this is all new to him. Of course, this weird occult stuff usually is what grabs kid's attention these days. There's nothing entertaining than this unusual story of his. It could have just pushed people away or drawn their interest.

*"I was stillborn when I got that scar in a car accident... A part of it does have to be part of this scar."* Malus gently place a hand over the nasty gash across his throat. It's healed but it held a story. *"Think I did mention that someone did try scratching my face off before coming here. It was a huge mess."* Malus paused as he looks at Barric with his pal mask, hollow dark eyes staring at the other boy. *"If I may ask, what kind of place did you come from?"*
Peter
He listened closely to the AI voice. A grin on his face. "No, I don't mean that." He laughed. "I'm sorry I'm bad for words. What's the word for it? Like you can see through them? Wouldn't that be a telltale way to tell if someone's a ghost or not? Like for the spirits. I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining." He felt bad trying to explain what he meant. Barric just sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Let's just move on." He finally continued reaching for the egg again to continue painting. He picked up the paintbrush, watching as Malus began to type again. 

As the ai voice read out Malus's message, Barric paused. Ah, stillborn babies. His family knew all about those. "Oh. I'm sorry." He twiddled with his thumbs, obviously uncomfortable. It was a touchy subject for someone like him growing up and seeing the gravestones of all his would-be siblings in his backyard. That wasn't Malus' fault, though. He shifted back, swallowing a rock in his throat. "Should've beaten the kid into the concrete." He joked it was halfhearted, but it still passed. "They shouldn't have done that to you." Barric scratched at his face subconsciously. God, he really needed to shave soon.

"Hm? Me?" He asked as if anyone else was in the room. Barric was zoned out a bit. Just holding the egg and paintbrush in his hands. "I live on a farm in the deep south. Alabama. Deep south. Just my ma and dad." The dad seemed to leave his mouth a little bit more hesitantly and less naturally than the ma, but he continued. "We have cows and shit like that. A few fields, nothing major. I don't have a cool life like you seem to."
Whitney
Malus continue to paint the egg almost unaware of what exactly is going on with Barric. He didn't catch on that the topic left a sting in the other. It did both Mal by the slightest, it would have been worse, but his mind was occupied by the project. Gently stroking the brush over the egg to paint it with white flowers and a gold center piece. His hands were too full to text at the moment.

"It..." Malus began, his voice soft and it rasps eerily. There was almost glitch and static sound. The doctors couldn't fully restore his voice and he still has a long ways to recover still. "Was a girl... Can't hit girls... Don't like it... Stalker... She... Was... Stalking... Older... Don't know her much... Just... Just o-one of those kind... Of weird girls." It took a lot of effort from him to speak. His porcelain mask even made his voice sound hollow.

He turned away to let out a cough in the crook of his arm before composing himself to continue painting the egg with more designs. This was a normal everyday thing he had to live with. Listening to Barric until he feels like drying his hands away from some paint. He never was use to animals and hearing that this guy lived on a farm? It doesn't sound all that boring.

*"Never did farming. Handling animals was never my specialty, its difficult to predict or just know what they're going to do. Think I would be half scared by a real life cow."* This time it was the bot that is speaking.
Peter
Barric watched, kinda amazed as the kid began to speak. The painting stopped midway as he just stared blankly at Malus. He didn't even process what he said. There were a few moments of silence as he was processing the Malus had spoken. It was a surprise. A big one. He figured Malus would never speak after hearing about how it hurt to. "Uhm, maybe I should put this in a better way. Don't let people beat on you. Doesn't matter what they are. If they're beating on you, you have every right to stand up for yourself. Just don't let yourself get beat on." He silently went back to painting. There wasn't really a reason in his mind that Malus couldn't beat the crap out of her if she came at him first. But maybe that was just him. He didn't like the excuse of because she was a girl she got to beat on Malus but it was old wounds, so he'd just let it go for now. 

"You don't have to talk if it hurts that bad. I can wait without a response." He went back to painting quietly. Barric wasn't sure what he was going for with this one, but it was chugging along. 

"Farming ain't what a lot of people think it is." It was a lot shitter than people imagined. But he wasn't going to be a downer like that. "Yeah, animals are unpredictable. But cows are usually sweethearts. They don't have a mean bone in their body, I like to think. There can always be an outlier, don't get me wrong. But most of the time, they're pretty sweet."
Whitney
Malus was rubbing the scar on his throat as a habit as if it's going to help. He cleared his throat as he coughed a bit. Then he turned to look up at Barric, listening, and then nods.

He was beginning to paint cow patterns on an egg. He's still not much of an animal person, considering his past experiences. It made him curious about he could at least learn from them.

After talking it made him feel itchy. So he shifted in his seat to dig inside his backpack to unscrew the cap on a water bottle, then he takes a sip of it. Using one hand to text while drinking. "How are the chickens? I was told that they're mean"
Peter
Barric snorted at the chicken question. "We don't do chickens. Never had one. Usually farms focus on one thing not multiple. We aren't chicken farmers." He paused racking his brain he knew a bit about chickens. Not a ton though. But enough to answer Malus's questions.

 "But chickens are only dicks if you don't do the right things with them. It isn't usually the chickens that people have bad experiences with, it's the roosters. They're kinda known as a mean animal." Malus probably already knew that just based on his question, but Barric moved on. "Just gotta breed them and raise them right. It's like with a dog. If they're scared, they're going to mean."

Barric snorted, thinking of his own personal story about roosters. He didn't want Malus to be more afraid of animals, but it was a kind of funny.
Whitney
So far hens seem to be alright except for the roosters who tend to be mean.

When he thinks more about it, it kind of makes him compare a rooster to some of the more rowdier students back from his other old school. Then he thought about other creatures that he had no idea about. Okay, perhaps he knows quite a bit about insects since he'd raised a moth from its cocoon before. It was still different compared to mammals, avians and aquatic critters. 

He was just painting the egg listening to Barric until he had to leave it to dry once again on its stand. It looked like it had cow patterns with black blotches on the white of the egg. There was some black paint on his ring and pinky finger that he had to wipe off with a napkin. Then he went back to his cellphone to notice it had 2 bars of battery life left. 

*"That's rather interesting. Think I've only been to the petting zoo at a carnival once with my younger siblings, they had a lot of fun. Never been to a farm before. Mainly lived in town or on the outskirts. There's some limitations to experiencing animals other than the usual urban pests or strays. There are some creatures that do linger in the cemetery but we don't really pay attention to them. It's just crows, ravens, owls, moles, mice and the occasional weirdo cat."*
Peter
"Petting zoo? Fair enough. I've seen a few of those it's just a bunch of random animals. I don't know how that's really entertaining even for young kids." Maybe it was just him. He could walk down his road and see all the animals they had to offer so it was probably geared more towards kids who usually didn't see them. That would make a lot of sense. 

His eyes scanned the room, looking for a clock. He felt like he had only been here for maybe twenty or so minutes. But he tended to lose track of time here, it seems. The clock located across the room was completely blurry to him. He squinted, attempting to get a better look at it. Nope, still blurry. Barric reached down in his pocket, pulling out the pocket watch. He clicked the top button with his thumb, letting the watch flop open in his hands. Damn, he had been talking to Malus for nearly an hour and a half. The boy closed the watch, turning back to look at Malus. 

Barric silently cleaned up the brush, placing it where he had found it on the table. "I gotta get going, but it was nice talking to ya." He stood walking around the table, his boots pounding on the ground as he walked. His hand landed on Malus's shoulder, giving it a small pat and shooting a smile at Malus. "I hope we get to talk like this again soon." With that, Barric turned to leave, closing the door behind him and leaving Malus alone.