don't pull me, don't pull me down from the ceiling
That the horrible shark that had invaded their home was able to fly clearly distressed Pittore, who let out a series of high pitched shrieks and clicks as he jumped off the shelves and ran, as quickly as his little legs would go, into Bastien's lap. Bastien, not quick enough to see what had happened, frowned but held his companion anyway, stroking his head comfortingly.
"I don't know - what do you need? Oh..." Watching Amun on the floor, Bastien was clearly concerned, but not in the state himself to do much about the situation. He forced himself to concentrate as Amun seemed to make the effort to do the same for him, but what was said only confused him further; Bastien frowned, tried to make his brain work, his fingers massaging his temples.
"What...are the things? Perhaps I can help. I don't know if you are in a state to be painting.." He mentioned, seeing Amun go towards the easel, but then shrugged and leaned back. "But maybe art would be good for the soul."
"I don't know - what do you need? Oh..." Watching Amun on the floor, Bastien was clearly concerned, but not in the state himself to do much about the situation. He forced himself to concentrate as Amun seemed to make the effort to do the same for him, but what was said only confused him further; Bastien frowned, tried to make his brain work, his fingers massaging his temples.
"What...are the things? Perhaps I can help. I don't know if you are in a state to be painting.." He mentioned, seeing Amun go towards the easel, but then shrugged and leaned back. "But maybe art would be good for the soul."
BASTIEN
