"This is pathetic." McDohl said with a soft snarl. Gremio glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow.
"What was that young master?"
"I said I'm not done with this color yet."
"Right."
McDohl mumbled a few choice words under his breath before dipping the paintbrush in the tiny container and brushing it across the glass. Gremio sat across from him with his feet propped up on the table, boots by his chair, humming softly. Gremio had seen fit to make the young master take classes in between his running the country of Toran.
McDohl wondered where Gremio got this sick new humor of his in making him take painting classes. Hugo – his painting teacher – was destroying the last shred of dignity he had by making the paintings Paint by Number.
McDohl lifted his head at the sound of a muffled chuckle by the door. Flik was leaning up against the frame with a large smile on his face.
"What do you find so amusing Flik?" he grumbled.
"Think of it this way Young Master, it was either this or exercise with that man Gremio introduced us too."
McDohl shuttered at the memory. Gremio had brought to the castle a man in tight fitting spandex shorts, and a tank type shirt. He had curly hair and a very irritating voice. McDohl had wondered if there was something wrong with the man because he kept running in place and jumping up and down. He was far too energetic so McDohl had chosen painting with Hugo instead.
Unfortunately,the man hadn't left the castle.
"He's still here somewhere isn't he?" he asked his blue caped friend.
"Yes." The smile hadn't left his face yet and it was making McDohl angry.
"Gremio make Flik paint with me. It's not fair, he's laughing at me!"
"There's no need for you to get so upset Young Master."
"Yes there is, I don't want to paint anymore. I want to go outside and have fun."
"Stop whining Young Master."
"Shut up Flik." He said through clenched teeth.
"That's not very nice."
"But Gremio!"
After more pestering by Flik and Gremio's stern warnings to be polite, McDohl's lesson was finally over. He wandered about the grounds of his castle, staring at the glow of the moon on the water. Suddenly he heard screaming and stomping and a very irritating voice he recognized.
He ran towards the sound to find the exercise trainer trying desperately to get Viktor, Pahn, Cleo, Futch, and Luc to do more jumping jacks.
"What's going on here?" he exclaimed when he reached the sweating group.
"We've been doing this for hours McDohl!" Pahn growled angrily as he collapsed on the ground. "I'm hungry."
"Mister Simmons, would you mind leaving my friends alone please?"
"But we MUST get the soldiers in SHAPE young sir. We have to keep JUMPING!!!"
"If I have to jump one more time," Futch said with his fists clenched, he let his threat hang in the tense air.
With a 'harrumph' and a 'poof' Luc was gone and Viktor was slinking off towards the tavern. McDohl watched as Pahn ran towards the kitchen and then glanced at the curly haired man.
"Come on sir, LETS EXERCISE!!"
"Please god NO!!" he screamed as the man ran towards him with a gleeful look on his face. McDohl's pleas rang deep into the night.
"What was that young master?"
"I said I'm not done with this color yet."
"Right."
McDohl mumbled a few choice words under his breath before dipping the paintbrush in the tiny container and brushing it across the glass. Gremio sat across from him with his feet propped up on the table, boots by his chair, humming softly. Gremio had seen fit to make the young master take classes in between his running the country of Toran.
McDohl wondered where Gremio got this sick new humor of his in making him take painting classes. Hugo – his painting teacher – was destroying the last shred of dignity he had by making the paintings Paint by Number.
McDohl lifted his head at the sound of a muffled chuckle by the door. Flik was leaning up against the frame with a large smile on his face.
"What do you find so amusing Flik?" he grumbled.
"Think of it this way Young Master, it was either this or exercise with that man Gremio introduced us too."
McDohl shuttered at the memory. Gremio had brought to the castle a man in tight fitting spandex shorts, and a tank type shirt. He had curly hair and a very irritating voice. McDohl had wondered if there was something wrong with the man because he kept running in place and jumping up and down. He was far too energetic so McDohl had chosen painting with Hugo instead.
Unfortunately,the man hadn't left the castle.
"He's still here somewhere isn't he?" he asked his blue caped friend.
"Yes." The smile hadn't left his face yet and it was making McDohl angry.
"Gremio make Flik paint with me. It's not fair, he's laughing at me!"
"There's no need for you to get so upset Young Master."
"Yes there is, I don't want to paint anymore. I want to go outside and have fun."
"Stop whining Young Master."
"Shut up Flik." He said through clenched teeth.
"That's not very nice."
"But Gremio!"
After more pestering by Flik and Gremio's stern warnings to be polite, McDohl's lesson was finally over. He wandered about the grounds of his castle, staring at the glow of the moon on the water. Suddenly he heard screaming and stomping and a very irritating voice he recognized.
He ran towards the sound to find the exercise trainer trying desperately to get Viktor, Pahn, Cleo, Futch, and Luc to do more jumping jacks.
"What's going on here?" he exclaimed when he reached the sweating group.
"We've been doing this for hours McDohl!" Pahn growled angrily as he collapsed on the ground. "I'm hungry."
"Mister Simmons, would you mind leaving my friends alone please?"
"But we MUST get the soldiers in SHAPE young sir. We have to keep JUMPING!!!"
"If I have to jump one more time," Futch said with his fists clenched, he let his threat hang in the tense air.
With a 'harrumph' and a 'poof' Luc was gone and Viktor was slinking off towards the tavern. McDohl watched as Pahn ran towards the kitchen and then glanced at the curly haired man.
"Come on sir, LETS EXERCISE!!"
"Please god NO!!" he screamed as the man ran towards him with a gleeful look on his face. McDohl's pleas rang deep into the night.