#interrogation event

“Not exactly? My dad was very vague about their relationship. He once compared it to a painter and his muse,“ Mellohi shivers a bit, a memory being shuttered behind another door with a stronger lock.

“Dad was always weird about him though.”

"How did he-" the blob cuts off Domino little face twised into a frown. Domino raises his eyebrows, raising his hands. "Sorry Sorry"

Mellohi giggles at that.

Another blob crawls onto the table asking it's question.

Mellohi looks down at his hands squeezing them together. "My. Dad. Not dream. And umm. Me." Mellohi rubs his nose, it's starting to run. "I'm sorry." His voice is small and trembling.

The adults glance at each other. Ardent's eyebrows lifted in concern. Domino's lowered in thought.

This event is going to be run a bit differently! Due to the nature of Mellohi’s past, he might be avoidant of certain topics! If he is too uncomfortable with the situation he might become hostile towards questions, shut down all together (or worse). To help you guys out, you will have a meter that keeps track of how uncomfortable Mellohi is with the conversation. Be careful what you ask him!

The meter starts off at 40% and you have Ardent there to help you reduce the meter if the situation becomes dire.

He stares down at his pants hands twisting together. "I miss Cat, my doggy. A-and drawing, and playing cards and my fishies. " He offers voice small.

Ardent places a hand on his shoulder. "We can get you a coloring book and some cards." He glances at Domino. "We've been wanting to get a new pet also."

“I do!” Mellohi begins to protest only to fold under Domino’s furrowed brow. “Kinda,” he adds, voice much softer than before and cheeks flushed in embarrassment. The fabric of his pants suddenly so much more interesting than the conversation.

“Inappropriate question,” Ardent cuts in, flicking the blob’s forehead, “he’s just a baby.”

Mellohi shrugs helplessly. He’s just as clueless as you are.

“I don’t have one,” Mellohi says, a bit confused. He begins playing with his hands. “Am I supposed to?”