Luke took the painting into his arms. Although it wasn't actually that big of a painting by itself, seeing as Luke was so small, the painting covered half his arms and his whole torso. It was such a wonder to think of how his papa must have been like when he was Luke's age. To have all the cool fantasies that could be seen in the paintings. Maybe... Just maybe, his papa would remember them and Luke could hear about the different stories from their original source. The kids today always wanted to do the same old thing, play imagination with the knew army games like G.I. Joe or games like halo, while the girls just wanted to play house and make [i]him[/i] the parent, which just felt strange. They would climb on the jungle gym and such, but there were never anything like tree houses or hideaways, anything like the others had experienced in their childhoods.

[color=f6989d]"Mn! I'll do my best and we can put it in the living room to always look at it an-" [/color]The excitement was driving Luke to have the same quality as his father, the silly little ramblings. Luke made sure to stop himself, unlike his papa and gave a really big enthusiastic nod. The boy held the painting closer, seeing a little bit of the color through the cloth and smiling hugely.

Usually, now Luke was a little bad about this, he would do his best to stay up and wait for his papa to come home. Then again, his papa had never found out about his staying up because Luke couldn't stay awake and would doze off before the short adult came home and carried him to bed. But since Alver had offered to read Luke a story.. He gave in and said okay to it. The boy actually wanted to be picked up for a while, but he wasn't the type to outrightly act babyish. He gave a small nod, trying to think of a story that might be good to hear.