"Mm, he wasn't always too bad." Blue murmured, though she was basically working off memory. "I think my mother used to keep him in check a lot. She was great. She worked in an art gallery, a lot of her paintings were up there." She explained, reminiscing the times when she and her mother would walk around the gallery and look at all the pretty paintings. She always dreamed of having her own piece up there next to her mums, but when it came to it, she couldn't paint to save her life. In fact... She couldn't really do much at all.<br/><br/>"He wasn't a big fan of art though, said there was no future in it. We always clashed because he wanted me to do something like business or something academic that would bring in the big bucks, but I was never interested..." She continued, before she frowned and laughed quietly. "Sorry T-M-I. Basically, he was a dick, we always hated each other and then he kicked me out so he could have the house and all it's fabulous resources to himself."