「 gay chosen noises 」

Again, this place is becoming rather dull to the acclaimed artist, he really saw no point in staying in such a quiet little place. Though he knew of the demons on the otherside of the wall he has not really cared to go and check them out. Sure he could just fly over it with one of his clay birds but that wouldn’t last long and he wouldn’t want to waste the trip on silly creatures that’ll be destroyed soon. He has heard rumors of them sneaking in on occasions but those were probably remours, besides, it’s not like he was afraid. Ah. Maybe being here wasn’t the problem, maybe it just gave him time to think about things, think about stuff that has happened to him, just to think really.

He didn’t like being alone with his thoughts because half the time they become negative and the other half is spent worrying about what he should be doing instead of what he actually wanted to do. Half of the time he spent “daydreaming” he had come to bounce into other people, accidentally shoving them out of the way or stepping on their feet by accident. This is why he didn’t think to himself, getting lost in your thoughts wasnt fun since the chances of them becoming negative were very high. However, he eventually did snap out of it and he was about to walk smack-dab into the redhead and he thought of the first person that came to his mind out of the daze his mind was just in.

So yeah, it didn't bother him as much as it should have. What caught his attention, however, was the fact that he had been mistaken for someone else.

"Oh, oh, look at that! There they go!" He even kicked his legs a little, making enough noise for Zelos to spot him once the smoke cleared. But did he care? Nope.

"I bet I can make this show even better."

As he concentrated and starting pouring mana into Zelos’s injuries, he couldn’t help but wonder what all this would amount to. Would Zelos take his words to heart or ignore them? He really didn’t know. He was too hard to read in situations like this. 

Tingly. It always felt weird when someone else casted artes upon him. But he wasn't complaining, not when the act relieved the tightness and pain. "Thanks, man. I feel better already."

Zelos' brain shuts down at that.

"Heh. It’s always the nice ones, isn’t it. I’m afraid I don’t know, but…"

"What? Of course not. I'm gonna make him waffles from scratch."

"He's just so nice, like even if I piss him off he turns right around and feels bad about it. It's weird. Not to mention he's completely adorable and I want to cook waffles for him--"

Jude’s eyes snapped toward the doorway as people started to appear there, nurses and guards alike. He wasn’t surprised someone had been concerned enough to call them up here. They’d made quite a racket. It was only natural. As they advanced into the room, though, Jude held up a hand and motioned them away. This was something he could handle.

He turned his attention back to Jude and smiled. Let out a sigh. Breathed.