A return visit

"What song? I would like to hear it." She smiled, and put his hair behind his shoulders, not making it akward for him behind his ears, but still being out of his face so she could see his eyes.

He smiled up at her, his eyes shining oddly under the lights. The rim of his iris glowed violet while the ring around his pupil pulsed with darkness. "Contrary to what I usually tell people... I'd love to play it for you sometime. Your best bet would be to catch me playing on one of the school pianos sometime. I've been known to play a note whenever I pass by the music room when no ones using it."

She looked at his beautiful eyes... and smiled gently. She held the bottom of his face with one hand, and smiled.
"I'll have to drop by sometime and see if your there..." Her voice trailed off, she couldn't look away from his eyes, they were almost hypnotizing.

He figured he knew what was happening. He saw it all the time back home with the way the lights were placed above the mirror. He's almost been hypnotized, himself. He loved it when this happened.

He looked back and forth between her eyes and smiled, whispering softly, "Just goes to show I'm not so innocent, with eyes like these. Sometimes I wish I knew my real parents to see if it was hereditary." His real parents were often on his mind, since he wanted to know where his powers and personality spawned from.

"I love your eyes, and don't let anyone tell you different!"

He smiled and promised, "I won't.

"I think it would be interesting, knowing who your real parents were though. But, I don't think I know my real parents either...if that makes you feel better."

"Of course it wouldn't make me feel better." He poked her nose. "But don't misunderstand, I don't regret having lived a foster life. I was lucky enough not to grow up in an orphanage. I'd just find a great deal of intellectual value in knowing my real parents."

"and... I don't remember getting these tattoos..."

He asked for the sake of curiosity, "How many do you have?"

She looked at her toes, and wiggled them. Then, she looked back at Kotah, and smiled weakly.

To lighten the mood, he eyed her toes as if they were about to grow a face and dance too.

"They're all beautiful," he commented. "Maybe your parents did give them to you, like a sort of birthmark or name." He shrugged.

He paused a moment before saying, "Weren't we suposed to get you a frame for that?" He pointed at the tube that held her painting.