Gray clutched the glass figure gently, eyes instantly glued to it. They nodded at Erione's request, then followed after him as he set off down the halls. He hadn't try to push for an answer to his previous question, and that was great for them; Erione wouldn't get their creator into trouble, and they could all get away from the incident. But they were so focused on the statue that they didn't look up until Erione spoke again. They blinked, looking up to the windows that surrounded them. They glanced over to Erione, then nodded.
Gray was just about to sit down when Erione. . .changed. Gray watched, eyes somewhat wider than before. They slowly took a seat on one of the benches, still watching as what must have been Erione shifted into more glass, moving like a liquid. And then the formation moved into the window, disappearing altogether.
They blinked, still watching and waiting for his return.
Erione had never mentioned being able to turn into glass; he had only said he was 'really good with it'. But now here he was, fading away into windows and disappearing from sight.
In every possible description of the word, Erione was becoming more and more strange with every new thing they learned. Gray set his bag of chips down at their side, placing the glass figurine on their lap. They stared down at it, returning their eyes to their neutral expression as they reflected on just what they had learned. If Erione could turn into glass, maybe he wasn't as human as they had initially thought. But he looked completely human, even if his hair and eye color may have suggested otherwise.
But even their creator had strange abilities, so maybe their definition of human wasn't really perfected yet.
Gray looked up again when they saw flecks of colored glass in their peripherals. Erione took back his original shape, but instead of being just as he was when he had left, he was now holding a box. When he opened it, Gray leaned in slightly, holding the dog figure closer.
Doughnuts? They had never heard of those, but they did look interesting enough; not to mention Erione had been pretty trustworthy with food choices already. Gray reached out a hand and took a plain, glazed one. Without waiting for any response, they took a bite.
"It tastes sweet," they noted. They closed their eyes, holding it with both hands as they continued to eat. It was much sweeter than the potato from earlier, but it also had a different, warm feel to it. They opened their eyes again, looking up at Erione. "I like it."
They were definitely going to be eating more of this.
