He'd gone outside early that day, skipping dinner in favour of the scented wind and rustling leaves.
Walking around the lake, he stopped in a small grove of tree's, all yellows and oranges and reds. Lying on the ground, staring up into the branches he felt much better.
Kenneth disturbed him. Well maybe not Kenneth himself, but his reaction TO Kenneth.
He didn't understand it, and he didn't really know if he wanted to.
If he allowed himself the truth (Which he did right at that moment, causing a smile to creep onto his face) he liked Kenneth. Above and beyond anything else he LIKED him.
He knew he'd run into him again, probably soon, and he kept his sketchbook with him.
Just in case.
He loved the dusky colours just as the sun was setting.
Not the actual sun set itself, but the way everything sort of glowed darkly as the sun dipped below the horizon, still lighting the sky faintly, but no longer visible.
He sat out near the lake with his sketch pad and some coloured charcoal, sketching the lines of the trees in muted colours, trying to capture the feeling of the night, rather then the subject matter itself.
He looked up as The Squid raised a tentacle and waved it lazily about, as if saying good night before it disappeared below the surface of the lake with a burble.
He sighed heavily, but smiled, continuing with his work.
He knew sliding down the bannister of a moving staircase was a bad idea, but it really hadn't struck him HOW bad an idea it was until he was halfway down and the staircase started to change.
He closed his hands and his legs down hard to stop himself, then clung there, trying not to laugh and not to move too much as it creaked and groaned it's way across one of the upper floors before finally connecting once again at a landing.
Sliding the rest of the way down he looked around bewildered about where he was.