A Stitch In Time Saves Nine [Open]

Honestly, when he mentioned his religion, he expected her to turn up her nose and sneer at him, or perhaps he expected her to scream and cry and demand that he never speak to her again. He expected her to make a huge scene in front of him, about how stuff like that was evil and that he was probably evil too. It wouldn't be the first time, after all, and he knew that it wouldn't be the last, either.

But imagine his surprise when that wasn't what she did at all.

She seemed interested, engaged, and wanted to know more about it. Thierry was so surprised that he stared at her in open awe and fascination that equaled the intrigue that she was showing him.

Realizing that he was staring, he cleared his throat. "Oh, uh, yeah, some do." He floundered a bit. No one had ever really asked him deep, detailed questions about the Loa. "The Loa are all adults, but some of them don't like smoking. Some of them are also really mean and try to possess you."

"You just gotta be firm with them." He says, putting all his attention on his new friend. Well, they weren't technically friends yet, but Thierry considered them to be friends already. She was nice and interesting, and he liked people who were nice, especially if they were also interesting. "Sometimes they'll be like 'lemme just stay for a little while longer' but you gotta be like 'no, you have to go' and then they'll leave."

Thierry kicked his legs. "The evil ones tend to not come around if you don't try to summon them, but sometimes if you don't do a ritual right they can come anyways and then you have to ask the nice spirits for help."

He rubbed his chin. He's never tried doing magic with voodoo before. Was it even possible?

Thierry nodded. He wanted to try. His parents always told him that the spirits were there to help the humans, especially ones that called upon them properly. There would be no reason he couldn't use the voodoo in purely magical way. He made a mental note to go to the library and ask the librarian if there were any books on the matter. I definitely piqued his interest.

Hearing his new friend talk, he looked at her and gave her all of his attention. When she explained her power, his eyes widened. "That's so cool!" he said, his voice raising in excitement. "You can draw whatever you want and it'll come to life?" He leaned forward, clearly interested. "What's your favorite thing to draw?"

"Dinosaurs and monkey butlers...." he repeated, thinking of those things. He tried to imagine himself with a little monkey butler, but the image was so silly that he found himself laughing instead. If he could make anything he wanted as long as he could draw it, there would be no limit to the kind of stuff he would make.

"What's my favorite thing?" He grumbled and thought about it. Did he like aliens or dogs? Maybe rocket ships or donkeys? He couldn't think of anything. When it seemed like his new friend could make anything in the world, Thierry just couldn't think of anything at all.

After a long moment, he finally said, "I like flower dogs."

Thierry watched as she drew. He was captivated by the fact that she seemed to be such an effortlessly good artist. As she set the paper down on the floor and a dog made of flowers rose from the paper. It was just like he'd imagined. He walked over to the cute creature and wrapped its arms around it in a hug. It was so cute!

It made him sad that it would only be around for an hour. A friend like this, he wanted to be around for at least long enough for them to be able to play together properly. What kinds of games could he play with it in less than an hour?

Well, since it was three of them...

He turned to Kaitlyn. "Uh, would you like to go outside with me?" He asked, his voice somewhat shy. "W-We could go outside and play tag with the flower dog."