Blinking his lilac colored eyes ever so slightly as the child pouted about how most children his age did, Alver gave a soft little hum for just a moment before his lower lip started to jet out ever so slightly and tremble. Eyes shining and shimmering as if they were watering. Dazzling like little starlight trapped within the orbs used for sight. [color=silver]"Oh gracious me, I'm terribly sorry my dear. It's just... It's so nostalgic from when your papa and me were little ones ourselves. And I'm all alone in this house with no little boys to take care of anymore. I suppose old habits are just difficult to stop."[/color] he said somberly dramatic. Smiling slightly as Luke eventually accepted the motherly feeding, gently petting the young boy's hair and allowing him to have his fill.

Come to think of it, it had been a long time since he had human contact. Besides recently and his boss. Otherwise, it had been a long time. He supposed the last time was with Lucas.... And he'd rather not think about him. It reminded him why he was always alone. Because in the end, it was just better that Alver remained what he was. Ghosts. And Ghosts disappear. And for a long time, he did. Disappeared from the lives of his friends, his family, his relationships. He was just a little memory that was meant to be forgotten. Harpy had dug him back up from the grave however and now it seemed the ghost could be seen again. But in the end, it was better that he was forgotten and disappeared. He couldn't allow himself to forget that. Even if a part of him wanted to be back out in the sight of others. All he ever did was cause problems.

Lost in his thoughts for a long moment, he almost didn't notice Luke finish his meal. Snapping out of his more depressing thoughts, he gave a kind smile, petting the top of the child's head before setting him down so the albino could stand up and clean up the table. [color=silver]"Alright, I'll clean up. How about you wash your hands and then we can go pick out a painting? Bathroom is just through that door."[/color] he asked, pointing towards the downstairs bathroom that wasn't too far. Cleaning up the dishes and setting them in the dishwasher.

When both of them were done, Alver would take Luke's hand and lead him to the large garage filled with paintings. Most covered up, some hanging on the walls. Glancing around, Alver tried to find the ones of Miky's dreams. It had been awhile since Alver painted them... since it had been awhile since he heard a tale. The Garage carried various paintings. Some were of nature, others of animals, quite a few of the starry sky... and there were a few hiding that were a little more darker. That gave the feeling of lonliness, and a few that were just gave a uneasing feeling. Darkness with one little white speck. Or one with the outline of someone transparent, invisible, while a crowd of people went on their daily lives... although further back hiding was where Alver hid his more sentimental paintings. Art of his childhood friends. The newer ones had paintings of his grown up friends in costume. He had painted a group painting of everyone as children together, hanging out and sitting around a tree. Then the paintings he drew of Miky's little spells.

Alver took some paintings and uncovered them before showing Luke. [color=silver]"These are some more I painted. Which would you like Luke?"[/color] the albino asked curiously, showing several.

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