Private Finished Art There And There, Art Everywhere

"Yeah," he'd grin "swapping sounds great." It was the perfect way to end their painting experiment. "Let's get pictures of them too."

He'd watch her. "What are you doing?" then of course his odd demon friend pressed her face against the canvas. He'd laugh a little, "that going to be the way you sign your work?"

Rowan would grab a rag and get it damp, bringing it to her once she'd finished. "Now, its official a Mal painting," he'd say with a smile.

Chuckling he'd take the rag, gently wiping off the paint she'd miss. "Well, it looks beautiful, you did right good," he was honestly really surprised at how much fun this had been.

He'd try wiping the paint from his own face, like Mal he missed quite a bit. "So.....I'd been doing a lot of thinking," he'd clear his throat, "about my situation....and the options I have."

"I....I'd like to try that lease thing," he'd say with a nod.

He'd take the parchment, reading it over. "I mean....I like spending time with you," he'd say with a smile, "and...you've shown you can be trusted." It was still a big thing he supposed, signing a magic contract, even if it was with a friend.

"Thank you Mal," he'd take the pen, taking a breath he'd he'd press its tip against the paper, the contract didn't seem like that. In a flash the parchment pulled itself from his hands, and by and an invisible force, it'd rip in half.

"W-what was that?" he'd ask, dropping the pen and looking confused and incredibly worried.

"Oh....so...it won't work?" He'd blink in confusion when she scrambled back. "What is it?" he'd ask, stepping to her. "What's wrong?"

"Are you hurt?" he'd glance back at the torn contract.

"Did...did you see something?" she looked scared, but he didn't see anything, just the failed contract.

"It.....it doesn't want you to?" he'd ask, blinking a few times. "Oh my god....I....I didn't think it...could think or anything," he'd say, his breathing getting heavy as panic set in.

He'd half sit, half collapse there, taking big breaths as he tried to calm him. "Fuck....," he'd breath out as the panic attack stated to pass.

"I'm sorry Mal...," he'd say say, actually starting to tear up a bit. "Maybe.....maybe it's just....to late for me."